Our outer light giving way to shed light on the inner realm. That which we can't see, but but sense. That which we don't know, but will.
See with the eyes that allow you to open your mind, feel with your whole heart, and sense with your entire body. — Magic of the Aspen Tree Crested Butte, CO Summer 2017
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.
We find ourselves.
In the deep Winter of our womb.
Guest Writer This Week! Featuring a poem about women who not only run with wolves, they dance.
Watch the flicker of Fireflies lighting up the night,
or behold the beauty of a majestic Luna Moth
and tell me there's no such thing as Magic.
Through the eyes of my inner-child, I write to you today... I am incredibly enchanted with being enchanted A murder of Crows cawing, cackling & cooing as they heckled around my ceremonial site from last night as we pulled in today. The mysterious Black Cat that we found perched at the front of the bus … Continue reading La Luna, The Enchantress