“I learned about the sacred art of self decoration with the monarch butterflies perched atop my head, lightning bugs as my night jewelry, and emerald-green frogs as bracelets.” ~ Clarissa Pinkola Estés … or when a dress is not just a dress. The...
i want to marry you in blue blue,as stillwaterin a cobalt glass cupas tendernessand passionin blue seaswith salts and stars on our skinsi want to marry youand when i say marry i meanour lips to mergeinto a kiss, a vow,an oathand your eyes taking me inand your handsour...
You will be in white By Peyo JavorovTranslated by Lubomira Kourteva You will be in white – with an olive branchand like an angel you will be in a white dress…And I think today: the world is rotten notbecause you are in it, it’s your home.So there! I...
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...
Snow fell here in the far north covering our streets in its white tenderness. In winter, we find ourselves in a time of keeping warm, in the space within, contained for love, peace and clarity. The sun is rebellious, especially in snow it always wins. And then it...
