One of my great griefs is not being able to express the Holy mysterious voice that summons me down this path of devotion. I have been gifted immeasurable miracles, synchronicities and healing from a force invisible, yet moves through every living, beatific expression born of Earth and Sky.

I have sat many years in deep agony around the seeming inability for the medicine within my heart, the prophecies in my soul and visions gifted to me to materialize.  How can I express my gratitude to You if I cannot bring this innate gift to life?  How will You know my love?  How will I know You are real if you do not shape yourself into the world from my hands, my voice, my dance of longing?  And I am that embodied expression of all I long to display as proof of YOUR ONE LOVE.  May I walk humbly with this gift.

The words contained here are an exploration in naming something so intimate, vulnerable and real to me.  Some of them are from younger parts and, although I kinda cringe, they must be kept as every part of my life belongs in the circle.  All of them are from looking at Life through the lens of magic, simplicity, wonder and Love by way of living so long in the dark.


“In the end, only three things matter: how much you loved, how gently you lived and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you.”

~ Buddha