A long time ago, she packed her feelings into little boxes. And lost track of where the boxes were kept. She pulled her heart off her sleeve and hid it away, saving it for quiet moments where she could smile, or laugh, or cry by herself. She gave her soul a few coins and said... Continue Reading →

Soiled hands and gritty, short nails. Walking through sharp creek beds and brambles. Shutting out the noise from the highway and staring into the blinking sky. Listening to crickets and tree frogs sing their songs to the night. Gently touching warm things made of fur and feathers and wishing that their precious lives were truly... Continue Reading →

Singing into old graves and turning over the bones. Looking for the warm dens of foxes that winter left behind. Who can ignore a wildflower planning her ascent? Why would the soil hold her back as she breaks free from the underworld once more? Is it not time to climb towards the light and become... Continue Reading →

A shared soul, our spirits collide. Intertwined by a collective necessity to experience the earth beneath our feet, the sun on our backs, and to fly without wings.

I'm writing this to live, to be magical, full of words that I can make meaning with. Long ago, I used to know myself.  At least I think I did, even though I don't remember much of me.  My mind is so clever and throughout this existence she built quick and reliable walls.  She fortified... Continue Reading →

I am walking with the night, where the darkness holds all of the secrets that I long to know I am a living spell of stardust and wandering, listening to the owl's sweet voice I am dreaming by my own accord while the wind sings quietly to my soul Here, I know I am a... Continue Reading →

From hoof and horn your dreams are born on days of winter longing. And in the summer's secret corners where dragonflies rest on hot rocks by the water. You sit and think about worlds beyond the one you are fated to, making up the details as your mind wanders. Trusted canine by your side, hiding... Continue Reading →

If I were to speak to the purpose of being, I would prepare for a complicated conversation. The simplicity of "just being" is not so very simple. The definition of things gets decidedly messy because words are often woefully inadequate when contemplating everything involved inside the meaning of something. When I was a young girl,... Continue Reading →

To end to end, begin again Yellows, reds and browns Away into Her arms you go Down, down and down Spin and turn away from life Dark will hold you near Blessed heartbeat of the earth That's all that you will hear Lovers understand it well For this is how it's always been That everything... Continue Reading →

An unseasonably warm day in October rolls in with wind, its hot breath out of place amongst the colors of Autumn. The grasslands, with their once waving carpet overflowing with green, are now faded and fallen against the earth like they are speaking secrets to the coming Winter. The wind causes the now brittle goldenrod... Continue Reading →