Greetings Sister~ Since the passing of my Grandmother, I have received several emails with words of support for this delicate time of transition. Thank you to everyone who has expressed their Love. As I shared in an earlier post, I have been in an altered state of being- perhaps what an out of body experience … More It’s Okay to Receive.
“It was a human head, severed at the neck, but fresh and unfaded as if but newly dead. It bore the features of a woman – of a woman of more perfect loveliness than was ever told of in tale, or sculptured in marble, or painted on canvas. Every feature, every line was of the … More The Pens of Victorian Ladies
Greetings, Sister. Many Moons ago, I wrote a poem with the line: my exquisite broken heart bleeds everywhere Little did I know when I wrote that, that years later, I would be experiencing grief on a level that I had never felt before. At the time, this was meant for a break-up, as I was … More My Exquisite Broken Heart
Greetings Sister~ WAW recently posted a quote on Instagram that had such a profound resonance with me that it became the basis for what I want to share today: “The psyches and souls of women also have their own cycles and seasons of doing and solitude, running and staying, being involved and being removed, questing … More Pause and Paws.
As a Woman, I have known both pleasure and pain. As a human, I have known these feelings as well. What is the difference? One allows me to bleed and let go. The other, buries things inside. ~ Amy Jones (c)
Blessings, Sister! And Welcome New Moon in Cancer! For those of you who follow WAW on Twitter, FB and Instagram, you may have seen that I had the pleasure of meeting with Project Wildsong’s Executive Director Kimmi Kraus this past weekend. To say that I had a good time would be the biggest understatement of … More Little Wolves
It is said that we destroy what we most fear. This can be a friendship, a career, a home, even Love. Though we tell ourselves we want these “things,” it is often what we wreak havoc on. Not on purpose. And not because we mean to. It is simply because we are scared. Scared of … More The Giving Tree