I am my beloved’s, and my beloved’s mine ~ Song of Songs, 6:3 Love is everything. It is not confined to a definition or a list. It is what gives life meaning. It is not an emotion, even though it feels so sweetly. It is often a verb because we need to...
another summer’s end, another end of a diaryand i still haven’t met youmaybe i’ll light two matchesand throw them in the moon water bowllike my great grand-mother once taught me towill they turn towards each other?or maybe i’ll dry my wild...
silver,as stillmoon waterin a serene cast iron teapot,as a ringunthought, undreamtclothedfrom the ineffable A little more: For this minimalist poem, I was imagining a couple deeply in love, tucked away somewhere in Iceland, perhaps somewhere in Vik, where one of my...
Feminine energy thrives in freedom and weakens in restraint. Today, let’s begin with a beautiful love story from Navajo myth today: The story of Changing Woman and her husband the Sun. Becoming more and more lonely, one day Changing Woman went to one of the...
I am my beloved and my beloved’s mine ~ Song of Songs 6:3 Many moons ago, when I was a maiden, young, mystical and just as romantic, I came across Shamanic astrology and fell in love with it almost immediately. I felt it resonated deeply with me, as it spoke of...
