With quiet gentle steps, Christmas arrives. And it’s time for magical tales and warmest love from the heart. Christmas eve is mystical. It is holy. It is the eve when a child was born, under the brightest star, who grew up to teach us all about the power of...
you are undressing now –in the skies of my mind or wherever else you have wandered,undressing down to a self that is completely yours,along the rivers of grace, call it love,call it a slow rising of a godyou hold inside your body Grace trumps all. Historically,...
Last time in Beauty and Her Beast, we discussed how a man unbecame a beast because of love. And/But there are other kinds of beasts – the charming humans who are monsters within. No amount of love can change that. Perhaps there’s no better tale that portrays this...
sweet child of mine,i know you worry but look around twilight shadows have fallen tucking in the earthand the night is busy too as she wraps starsinto the hair of the goddess moon who is preparingto dance in lushness with princes from distant lands so lay your head in...
“Perhaps we are born knowing the tales, for our grandmothers and all their ancestral kin continually run about in our blood repeating them endlessly, and the shock they give us when we first hear them is not of surprise but of recognition. Things long...
