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Cosmic Thread
My fraying seams are not what they seem. It’s my style to be rough around the edges that are typically smooth, protecting tame hearts that beatan assigned pattern. But I have a wild heart. She was ripped out and scavenged so many times, the threads holding her inside me are worn. I’m not searching for […] Continue reading
Acceptance, Adversity, Cosmos, Cycles, death, Earth, Endings, freeverse, Grief and Loss, growth, Love, New Beginnings, Overcoming, Philosophy, Poetry, Prose, Self Acceptance, Sky, time, Transition, WorldApocalypse, compassion, cosmic, Cosmos, creation, Fabric of Creation, grief, Grief and Loss, growth, Heart, heartache, loss, Love, philosophy, poem, poetry, Threads, Weaver, Weavers, wild -
The Journey of Light
By the art, I grieve the loss of the old me, letting go of my grip on identity, for there are no names to define what I have always been and always will be. A droplet of light upon the earth for a moment, then back into The Light with The All, brighter for the […] Continue reading
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A Memory of Light
Always when I think of what could have been if I had only behaved, I follow the stream to the blackest sea, toxic to the touch.I got some on my skin once, and it found my heart and made a hole to fill. Only darkness can live there for a spell, and it seems to […] Continue reading
Acceptance, Autumn, Cosmos, freeverse, Grief and Loss, growth, nature, New Beginnings, Overcoming, Philosophy, Poetry, Shadow Work, Sky, time, Transformation, Transition, trauma, watercelestial, Cosmos, darkness, darkness and light, day, grief, Grief and Loss, growth, light, loss, moon, night, philosophy, planets, poem, poetry, stars, Transformation -
My Place in the Stars
I’m tearing myself apart now. Into a million pieces I go. Obliteration into an ocean of stars. Some lands on Jupiter, and some on Mars. Some of me goes to venus, where love resides, an open shell receiving cosmic tides. And onto Sirius where healers await the brave voyagers who make it through celestial storms […] Continue reading
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The Will of a Whisper
Is everything crumbling around me, or is this merely my fear? Why do I feel at any momentall things could disappear?I endeavor to hold ontothat which I care about. But every day I seem to wakewith great mountains of doubt.As if I climb a steep incline with legs too week to stand. As if I […] Continue reading
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Solar Rival
If you are not afraid, my love, then I am happy for you. If your legs are strong to keep you standing in the fire, the storm, in the shifting currents of dark water, then would you hold my trembling cup? My hands are shaking too much to keep the medicine from spilling and I […] Continue reading
About Me
I wrote my first story when I was a wee girl of three, followed by my first poem when I was eight. I’ve been writing ever since as a way to cope with life. This practice evolved with learning in both structured settings and through the practice, itself. In my own healing crisis, I found a process I affectionately refer to as Poetic Alchemy. Now on the journey of getting my life back, I do this not only for myself but for you.
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