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I Stand.

You stood before me, held my hands in yours truly. You spoke with an unwavering faith in WE...

Joan The Fearless

Without Joan of Arc, there may be no France. Both her tongue and wit were as sharp as the sword she later carried.

The Meaning of Winter

Winter is the womb where Spring finds the room, to give way to Summer where she is in full bloom. Then falls into Autumn like the leaves to their resting tomb. Home again. We find ourselves. In the deep Winter of our womb.

The Dance

Guest Writer This Week! Featuring a poem about women who not only run with wolves, they dance.

Josephine’s Compassion is a Call

"Compassion is a call, a demand of nature, to relieve the unhappy as hunger is a natural call for food." - The Patron Saint of Prostitutes

Dear Misogyny, You are not Evil. You are Lost, and You are Loved, Unconditionally.

Guest Writer, Lilith Lavender writes on reconciling with misogyny. Thank you for inspiring me to show up in the world and to dare to be seen.

True to You.

A quote from the inner landscape - the wild that brings you home.

A Fire Burned in their Names…

To Thee—who feels broken, maimed, and overly-tamed,  misguided and trained to feel so much disdain. To Thine—who wants to be awoken, reclaimed, and untamed, inner-guided to feel the melody of being unchained.

A Fire Burned in their Names

To Thee—who feels broken, maimed, and overly-tamed,  misguided and trained to feel so much disdain. To Thine—who wants to be awoken, reclaimed, and untamed, inner-guided to feel the melody of being unchained.

You Belong to the Earth and the Skies

To those who dare to wander and find, your truth to no longer feel hopelessly blind.