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.
Ever suddenly been moved to tears and not know why? These tears you weep, from way down deep...…
Guest Poetess & Wild Wanderess, Gwenivere Weiss shares a passionate poem hot of her poetic presses.
Anita's heart was one of a Revolutionary...“For me, the truth has to be absolute. A relative truth is a half-truth and a half-truth is just a half-lie.” - Anita Garibaldi
Without Joan of Arc, there may be no France. Both her tongue and wit were as sharp as the sword she later carried.
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.
Hildegard von Bingen 1098-1179, 81 yrs "We cannot live in a world that is not our own, in a world that is interpreted to us by others. An interpreted world is not a home. Part of the terror is to take back our own listening, to use our own voice, to see our own light." … Continue reading Hildegard Claims True Home