Inspiration flows in us like deep waters, like secret springs. Its waters flow freely, even when it takes effort to draw them, and they are always shaping us inwardly until we do…
A poem about the frailty of life.
A poem to celebrate all of my followers, and the joy of writing!
A poem to the living world.
A poem about a weathered will harboring a buoyant soul.
A poem inspired by the power of fragile beauty.
Wandering in the liminal spaces, walking between worlds, we meet her. She is the womb of all life, the essence of mystery, the resting place of souls…she is the soul of deep shadow and the wellspring of inspiration…effortless, inexhaustible, not to be feared, but cherished.
A poem to celebrate womanhood.
A soul so bright, even without eyes to see her…she is herself; not made for anyone else, she is her own.