We Are Waning.

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.

The Dance

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

I Shall Return…

I came from the ocean, and to the ocean I shall return. I am not of your land, nor do I believe in your ways, I simply come for a time to explore your place. When I let go of my wet skin, and ability to swim, it's not because I don't love the mysterious … Continue reading I Shall Return…