When it’s time for souls to meet, there’s nothing on earth that can prevent them from meeting, no matter where each may be located. When two hearts are meant for each other, no distance is too far, no time is too long, and nothing and no one can break them...
it’s a moonhold. the waning is always held by the waxing moonhold Poetry is art. It is the art of using imagery to inspire a universe of feelings within, which draw a response from our psyche. Poetry dares us to think and to question – going inside of ourselves...
I am a body of love rituals. ‘Moonhold’ Our bodies. Our blessed, beautiful, loving bodies. They sure go through so much. They carry us through our good and bad, through life itself each day. They hold us. They do their best even when we don’t...
“and then suddenly, a gray sparrow lit up her knee” There is a lot of cynicism and fear mongering nowadays. The stories we tell ourselves and those told to us by others, whether true or false, are always real as far our bodies and minds are concerned. And...
Dear Miracle, Yes, you! The Christmas season is here and regardless of religion or spiritual belief, this is a sacred time when we celebrate the biggest miracle of all; the birth of a child, the birth of love. And we are all miracles. It is through our childlike eyes...
In silence I hear the loudest and in stillness I know. Truths are freely given to those who have the eyes to see; beyond the veil of roses painted red. There is a spiritual master waiting to be awakened beneath the shroud of your skin. So, come inside and conceive the...
