(hand-crafted paper making with basic tools and natural elements / part one: the pulp process)
When we met, we instantly connected on a mutual dream we shared – to offer Forest Bathing services as part of a healing center/retreat. We would buy acres of land and build our own trails throughout. We would learn about all the plant life on our land so that we could forage teas and identifyContinue reading “Forest Therapy”
still figuring things out –from the burned bridges to the smokey treaded waters,born fruit of the shores of transmution;from the torn up grounds to the shredded air I could breatheto this place of color, sun bathed, Gods eternal kiss,eyes open, I rest in thisI pray for the bridgesI pray for youthe undertow bares solaceand headwatersContinue reading “Bridges & Becoming”
Have you ever experienced Lucid Dreaming? Lucid Dreaming is described as the phenomena of being aware that you are dreaming, while you are dreaming. This awareness usually enables the dreamer to begin taking some control of their dreams, or at least the narrative upon which it is played or develops. When I was a child,Continue reading “Wide Skies and Lucid Dreaming”
If these are questions you have never asked yourself, please let me know if they’ve stumbled you or made you pause to contemplate, or maybe plan, on a deeper level than before. Feel free to share any of your answers, or questions of your own, below this post. Blessings!
Have you ever wrote a letter to a house? Where were you when you realized you were deeply in love? When was the first time you felt Home? Have you ever wrote a letter to a house?
Moments is a poetry collection that was written mostly throughout 2015 and 2016, as I was going through a challenging and transformative period of growth and change at the time.
Today had us twirling and dancing in the kitchen, skipping and hollering during our hikes, and singing in the shower, too. We are bathing in a deep sea of relief and diving into our expanding inner peace – though it took some time and many tears to get here.
oh honey, the many shades of grief arrive in blue and grey, and I’ve seen grief make it’s way into the vibrant pink, purple, and orange by end of day. it does not count on time nor space it simply finds it’s way to you, and swells the deep of your heart, unbearable to ignore,Continue reading “colors and intervals of grief”