Red Tent Reflections from the Eclipse: Sun & Moon in the Coming Times

I settle into my subtle body, right here in this moment, to re-member the eclipse’s transmission. Wild, fearless, all parts illuminated, bright-eyed, confused, quiet, held back. Wondering. As the moon quickly approached the edge of the sun’s glare with her curves, earthlings sat in amazement. It happened so quickly, yet the effects are still reverberating weeks later. The moon’s feminine mystique made us all experience … Continue reading Red Tent Reflections from the Eclipse: Sun & Moon in the Coming Times

A poem for the wild wombyn

As the moon reaches Her fullness, I feel you, sister. As the fires rage on, I weep with you, sister. As the heat of the summer fades, I sweat with you, sister. As we remember, When we were burned for being Wise. For embodying Sophia, we were called devil worshippers. I laugh at their scorn weave songs, breathe dances, swirl infusions, pick Her herbs, sew … Continue reading A poem for the wild wombyn

Becoming Pachamama; Mother Earth

Life’s Cyclic Dance A river that rises and falls with the seasons vibrant, patterned, unending. Wings lift and release with each breath as the butterfly becomes the breath of the tree a bird soars overhead leaving behind him that which is in front remaining in the middle he is un-phased by the fallen leaf which feeds the tree and therefore builds his home in peace. … Continue reading Becoming Pachamama; Mother Earth

As Above, So Below… As Within, So Without…Healing Our Inner and Outer Landscapes

Everything in existence on the earth is an expression of the larger whole. All creatures on this planet are in a symbiotic relationship with one another. As humans, we have the responsibility to mimic this relationship with one another as well as with our environment. There are multiple dimensions of symbiotic relationships. This article weaves reflections and meditations on our inner worlds with that in … Continue reading As Above, So Below… As Within, So Without…Healing Our Inner and Outer Landscapes

The Women’s Room

Never has the “Women” sign felt so welcoming. All my previous rage about separateness fades as the illusion of drama dissipates in the Truth of Death. The Women’s Room. A safe haven to be Woman; Human. I’m doing my best not to touch door handles and faucets with my fingers until I make it to the flowing water of The Women’s Room,  where in the sink I wash … Continue reading The Women’s Room