Life Cycles
So many levels of change happening in my life, always, and I am aware even more of the constant change.
Magnolia Spring
Just Past Imbolc
I’m always ready for the blossoming, yet shy away from the pain of the cracking open bud. Springs promise reminds me that only when I welcome the remaining sharp edges does the crispy new invite my participation.
Gypsy Heart
Calling Me
I have stacks of drawings of faces that have appeared to me, whispering their story, asking to be seen.
Maiden
Of Earth and Sky
Breathe
Any Given Moment
Always a good idea. It may seem like a simplistic thing to say, yet truth is simple.
