June Bloom.

Greetings Sister!
When was the last time you PLAYED?
Lately I’ve been musing on the rhythms of children and the gift that adolescence brings. Children are a great reminder of the importance of play- something that we forget about when we decide to grow “up.”
What I’ve been meditating on most, is how children access their most primal ways of releasing their emotions when the situation calls for it, especially in play. I’m reminded of a recent trip to the beach, and what I witnessed while watching the kids interacting. For example, the little boy and girl who screamed out in excitement each time they got splashed by a wave; the small boy who ran around laughing as he dodged the water that seemed destined to kiss his feet, and the little who let out a big cry because she was scared when her mother took her into the ocean.
Children really know how to move emotion!
But for some reason, these primal responses, along with play, are what diminish as we become adults.
We forget that it is important to cry and laugh and run and scream. It is important to PLAY!! In fact, it is HEALTHY to do all of these things, for it is the way our Nervous System comes back into balance, and how our bodies find homeostasis. These instincts and actions are EXACTLY what our Nervous System was built for. WE NEED RELEASE!!

Our Children

Our children are like flowers to us.
Each one different.
Each one beautiful.
Each one growing strong with us.

Our children are like stars to us.
Each one sparkles.
Each one moves through the universe.
Each one closer to the heart of us.

Our children are like life to us.
Each one precious.
Each one unpredictable.
Each one having to let go of us.

~ Nancy Wood

So! Get out there and PLAY! Go laugh and dance and scream and cry. Get in touch with your Child. Go now, Sister, and reclaim your Wild.
Your health depends on it.
We Love You.
The WAW Pack
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Salt of the Earth.

mother’s milk

my mother is in me

in the way i move my body
in how i let down my hair
she is the pause between each breath
she is the unwhispered name
that rolls off my tongue in every thing
i do
my mother is within me

when my feet touch the earth
the ground beneath me
she is there
in her silence
and in her thunder
she nurses me at her breast
the place that i call

her earth
my earth
these are the things that connect us
the blood is in both
our veins

~ (c) Amy Jones

The Strongest Woman.

I didn’t realize I was capable of all those things.

I was always so afraid; so broken.
I had no idea of the Strength that resided

It wasn’t until I had to learn.
I had to take that leap.
I had to let go.
There was nothing else I could do.
And that’s when I saw.
That’s when I knew
The power that lives
In a Woman who has lost Everything.She came to me,
In that Dark time.
Oh, the Sadness!
I couldn’t take it anymore.And then She emerged.

The Strongest Woman
I have ever known.
She spoke to me,
Though She didn’t say a word.

But I could hear.
I could hear.

And I knew that
She had been with me
The entire time.

I thought I was waiting for Her.
Yet it was Her,
Who was waiting

~ (c) Amy Jones

The Unknown.


Speak to Us of Solitude…

There is nothing like being alone. Most people associate this with loneliness, yet they are not the same. To be alone, is to be totally encompassed with Divine Love and to have an awareness of All That Is, even when no other person is around. To be lonely is to be separate from these Truths and Understandings, and to long for them.

When one is at peace with the Quiet of Solitude, doors unknown in everyday life begin to open. In Solitude, there is a Sacred Breath, a Stillness that occurs, allowing Spirit to enter.

In today’s society, it has become harder for some people to feel a deep Spirit connection with themselves, as well as others. We say, slow down. Practice Self-Care. If you don’t know what Self-Care is, or what it means to you, then we say, go out into Nature. Take a moment. Take a hike. Stop. Put your back against a Tree. Lay with your belly to the Earth. Listen.

There are Worlds longing for you to know them. There are Beings yearning to connect with you. All you must do is be Quiet, Breathe, and take a moment to your Self.

We Love You.

Be Still, and Know that WE are God.

How do You see Me?


How do You see Me?

Mother, how do you see me?
Am I another you?
Am I someone to my Self?

How do you see me?

If I fall and fail,
if I live and learn,
how will you see me?

In Love, I may make mistakes.
In Life, I may make mistakes.

How will you see me?

How do you
to see me?

~ Amy Jones

Song of Freedom.


I, too, have visions of you.
I walk alone in the Desert,
Thinking of a time now gone from my grasp.
A dream,
That may be nothing more,
For I feel those slipping from my hands as well.

My Heart longs for freedom.
But this, I find, is only in the smiles of the ones I love.
In my memory, your eyes are shining.
You are happy and free.

Remember that I love You.
This may not be enough,
But it is the only Truth I know.

~ Amy Jones

Lasso the Moon

I tried to lasso the Moon.

I tried to grasp it with my Dreams,

in hopes of a better life.

I could only reach one fraction of a side.

I could never do this alone.


I became frazzled,


to grab more rope.

Scrambling to catch all my Dreams

before they floated away

To become Stars and Twinkles

in the Night Sky.

And then I bumped into something.

No, Some One;

and I realized there were many.

“Many what?”

I asked.

“Women,” the Voice said.

“Sisters among Strangers, lassoing Dreams, just like You.”

And I looked around,

and this time,

my Eyes could See.

And I realized we could work together,

each one of us,

And we could all help to lasso

each Other’s Dreams.

So I bent down to grab a rope

and jump right in,

and I was greeted with a Smile

and a Heart- felt ‘Thank You.’

And I looked up at the Moon,

I looked around at the Goddess,

for She was Everywhere,

and I thanked Her

for giving me Life.

I thanked Her

For giving me something to believe in.

I thanked Her

for giving me Dreams

to share

With my Sisters.

~ Amy Jones

Laughter of The Gods.

Lately, I’ve been contemplating what I call “The Divine Paradox.” These days, I often refer to it as “The Divine Joke,” as I imagine Spirit laughing at our puzzled faces upon realizing the greatest knowledge in the world.

Here’s how it all began…

I was sitting with a dear Sister of mine, when our conversation casually led to talking about our Mothers- hers in particular. She started to list qualities about her Mom that were less than favorable; qualities that one might place under the category of what makes a parent “not-so-good.” This is a common practice of many.

As if struck by lightening, I was hit by a bolt of question/ clarity content. I laughed and responded to my friend with wide eyes…

“It must be some sort of Divine Paradox, or perhaps a Divine Joke, that Spirit is playing on us where we feel our parents, and in particular our Mothers, must be perfect. And if they are not, we are quick to drag them to the fire. Isn’t it strange that if you were speaking to me of the shortcomings of a friend, you would adjust your behavior with this person by laughing off their flaws, creating a new boundary with them, letting go of your expectations, or maybe even cutting the cord. If you were okay with their behavior, you might even just let it go, and love and accept them just the way they are. Yet, in this case, as we sit and talk about these Women, we will not tolerate anything but perfection. And since, in the eyes of the Ego, this will never be, they must be terrible at what they are- they must be terrible Mothers.”

We both sat there puzzled and without answers. When I left, the nagging desire to answer this question burned in my Heart. “What is the role of the parent? How as children- and we are ALL children of Parents, how should we view our parents? How should they view us?”

Spirit had A LOT of explaining to do, as far as I was concerned!

In my own journey with my Parents, I had experienced ebbs and flows that I felt were repetitive and going nowhere. The story, MY Story, had become a hamster in the wheel that was never going to stop. I needed help.

About a week after this conversation took place, I received a book from and by a wonderful woman named Dea Smith entitled “Pigments of My Imagination.” (Fantastic quick read, I might add!) Imagine my surprise when I started reading it and realized it was mostly about her healing journey with (drum roll please)…. HER MOTHER!

And so I kept reading, drinking up everything the book had to say. And there it was. In the middle of the book in bold print. The answer to my burning questions. Spirit spoke to her, and this is what It said:

“There are no mothers and fathers, only brothers and sisters. If you seek unconditional love, turn to Me.”

BAM! There it was, there it is! There is so much in this simple statement. There is soooo much here. I haven’t even begun to fully process the magnitude of what this even means, but I do know that after reading this, I felt a burden lift off of my shoulders, slide down back and sink deep into the Earth. I felt the Mother take it, and I feel my Self transforming it. And I felt the urge to share. If felt more important than anything to share this statement with all of you.

The Course in Miracles states, “Do not forget that your healing is all this world is for.”

We are in this together, we will do this together. One by one, Sister to Sister, Sister to Brother, Daughter to Mother, Son to Father, Brother to Mother, Daughter to Father. We will do this together. We are all doing this NOW.

Blessings, Dear Ones.

~ Amy Jones

Be Still.

Nature, in its magnificent existence, is a perfect balance between two (or more) elements. The Light and the Dark. The Yin and the Yang. The Sun and the Moon. The Masculine and the Feminine. Both of these Polarities are important. Both are necessary for us, as humans, Being, to fully expand into our depths of enlightenment and consciousness.

The breath where Spirit lives, the Neutral space, this is where we seek to return. This is what we call “Home.” It is in this dimension, this energy, where we feel complete, or Full, like the Moon.

What we forget, and why we ache in our Hearts and yearn to go “Home” in the first place, is that we ARE Home. Willing ourselves to have an experience does not separate us from our Creators. It does not diminish our existence. On the contrary, it makes us Evolutionary!!! Our experiences expand the God-Head.

We are born of Divine Magic. We are born of Love and Curiosity. These are our ingredients. Let us taste the Whole of Life when we mix all of this together. Let us help each other to remember this when we are yearning to be Home.

~ Amy Jones

“Be still, and know that I AM.”

The Beasts Have Risen.

Sister of the Dance
Sister of The Dance.
Dance for me.
Dance for me.

Play the flute
and blow the horn.
The time is Now.
The time,

Gather the Ones,
gather them now,
for She has come.
For She
is Now.

I hear them drumming in the distance,
I hear them calling;
like Wolves.

The Beasts of the Forest have risen.
The Beasts of the Women
have risen.

They have gathered.
They are dancing.
They are calling you
to join.

~ Amy Jones