Death:Growing up...
Lately, I've been wondering, who am I becoming? The last time I had "growing pains," I was in middle school, and I was growing in height...
Death?: Growing Up. . .
Lately, I've been wondering, who am I becoming? The last time I had "growing pains," I was in middle school, and I was growing in...
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Now, I say, I am home. Come my love for our season is ripe. Upon us is the night that once split becomes daylight. The softness of touch...
Brown Love...
It's been a long time since I've written anything on this platform we call a "blog." There have been many moments that I have had...
Home: I'm letting go of the resistance
After teaching a Journaling with your Chakras ( root) class, I began to unwind at home and think of how ,I too, needed to journal about ...
Pinching Thighs and Belly Rubs
I use to be angry at my body Saddened into a spell of rage that my belly wasn’t flat like the girls in the magazines Upset that I...
Conversations with the Ocean-Yemaya
Sometimes there aren't conclusions, just process... In the late evening with the moon partial and lit bright, I dipped my body into the...
My Mother, Myself: Woman as Healer
My candles are lit and their perfume is circulating the room. In a corner sits a rustic dark brown wicker cabinet I bought for myself...
Moving with Instinct: A life of my own Success
Ten years ago, when I was twenty-three, I hugged my father in the parking lot of the Albertson's grocery store as I told him I was...
