Tell Your Story

Tell your story, tell it before it is too late.   Tell your story, tell it so that it is told by you.  Tell your story, so that no other can tell it for you.   Tell your story, it is sacred and yours.   Tell your story, bravely and loudly.  Tell your story, theContinue reading “Tell Your Story”

Luminous Warrior

Raging within the cavern of our soul, paradoxical patterns battle as yearning is mixed with aloneness; fear of being loved tries to overwhelm not ever having experienced true love; doubt engulfs surety; and self-loathing takes onself-acceptance. You will rise! You must rise! You were born to be a warrior! A luminous warrior! To be aContinue reading “Luminous Warrior”

Identity

Daughter of the Universe, why do you settle for such scraps? Can you not see you are sacred, you are woven from stars, and ancient mystery, etched with soul deep longing; do you really think your heart would ever be satisfied by anything less? When did you start to be content and settle for soContinue reading “Identity”

The Lady of The Lake

The Lady of the Lake is a narrative poem written by Sir Walter Scott. It was first published in 1810. Set in the Trossachs region of Scotland, it is composed of six cantos, each of which concerns the action of a single day. Scott began writing The Lady of the Lake in August 1809 whileContinue reading “The Lady of The Lake”

Peace and Trust

Peace and trust connect with the spirit’s sense of sanctuary. The soul seeks sanctuary to feel free to grow. Our connectedness to the natural world and the cycles a necessity to thrive. Ripples of change, tides of times are reflected in our choices in life. Change comes to challenge and to comfort, to teach andContinue reading “Peace and Trust”

The Raven

BY EDGAR ALLAN POE Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—     While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. “’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamberContinue reading “The Raven”

Dewdrops and Teardrops

Like dew drops falling from trees without her will tear drops spilled. With pen in hand, her sword sheathed, she drew and breath and screamed, “NO MORE!” Her mind swimming in fear, yet she stood her ground. Was she able to maintain this level of strength against forces unseen? She remembered words of her elders,Continue reading “Dewdrops and Teardrops”