Comment or share this poem and image on FB Behold Today Walk to the edge of yourself See a door you have never seen before. Don’t knock. Don’t ask if anyone is home. Just behold: Access. Then without further consideration, Dive in. Once inside ask: Who lives in here? If it is silent, Enjoy the…
Art isn’t just for artists. It is for all of us. It isn’t just for those who are gifted or show promise with skill. Art is more like a soul language that speaks to us from within, if we are willing to listen. For me it sounds like: this day is a special day. not…
Where I’m From By Shiloh Sophia I am from cinnamon toast and honey milk, and from warm beds with more than enough pillows. I am from enough time for me with enough time for you. I’m from the land of women. I am from the heart of my mother’s love and breastfeeding. I’m from the…
Life didn’t turn out the way I wanted. My dreams did not come true. My ideas of how this life goes crashed down. I entered the reckoning cave wearing garments of disillusionment and bringing a journal and many black pens to get it all down and write it all out. It was a fine day…
Something is happening! I stopped waiting for something to happen! I became the happening. I no longer require evidence of love. I am the evidence of love! I am what Love looks like, right now. I have long tired of waiting to believe. No longer requiring the “showing up” of the Blessed One. I am…
How to Tend the Sacred Flame Dear One, Don’t be habitual Be unreasonable about changing your patterns Don’t hide your light Together we illuminate the dark places on the path Don’t keep telling the old wound stories Cause something new to unfold in your life today Don’t keep looking for how you can be right…
What are you giving birth to? Do you have a new vow? Christmas and Holy Day Blessings to you Dear Ones! Our Lady of Supreme Tenderness We raise up our hands in praise and in petition. Open up our hearts that we might hear Divine guidance flowing through to us and through us to others…
She Danced she danced for the love she felt the love she gave away and the love she kept she danced to free her spirit and to free other spirits too she danced in response to joy and to process pain she moved her body like her life depended on it praying for love to…
Good Apple – A Poem for my mother My mother takes her place beneath the branches of the tree of life. She is sheltered there from sun and rain. She nurtured me from the roots she fed me from abundant fruits she showed me the beauty in the blossom she guided me to trace…
Regarding finding your way when lost. Begin with a prayer, a tiny feeble one just beneath your breath. One so preciously small so that no one can hear it. It is almost like nothing happened. It may not be made of words or wishes. An invisible shimmering just rises up from your heart and takes…