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”
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.
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”
Within an hour of last hearing your voice, I sat on my knees in front of my bed and prayed to God in the dark. I did not ask him to heal you. I did not beg him to take this pain away from us and to save you once more, as I had doneContinue reading “Dinner with Grief”
When I was sixteen I told my parents that I desperately desired to live off the grid and find resources to build an earthship that could become a healing center for the collective. They looked at me much like this : 🥴😳🤨
Serenity arrives in the form of candle light greeting the dawn of day before the sun does. It is writing in my journal in the dark of early morning peering through frozen window panes. I reach into the momentary increases, the subtle inching of new day light. There are not many sounds in winters symphony,Continue reading “State of Resonance”