Black Madonna Pilgrimage starting this weekend online!

  She wrapped herself in the garment of night, scooped me up, and never let me go. When I first imagined the the feminine Divine in my early twenties there was no way to look Her up online. I didn’t have any books about Her. No one had even mentioned to me there was a…

within the folds of her holy dress

In the folds of your dress
your holy garment
I bury my head
Smelling the sweet fragrance of your love
My little hands hidden in the layers of fabric
I try to be consumed and folded into your dress
I want to disappear into your being-ness
I pull up a fold and surround myself with silken fabric
Soft and giving, silky and strong
It is dark like your skin
and in these folds I can imagine
All the world is well and
I hear your soothing voice
speaking words of grace-filled wisdom