Poetry &
Other Creative Musings
“The doors to the world of the wild self are few but precious. If you have a deep scar, that is a door, if you have an old, old story, that is a door. If you love the sky and the water so much you almost cannot bear it, that is a door. If you yearn for a deeper life, a full life, a sane life, that is a door.”
-Clarissa Pinkola Estes
Cycles
So here I am again, at the fullness of endings and beginnings, moving through the medicine wheel of life.
Unspoken
I asked my heart what it wanted to say today. But there was so much — in the place that is unsayable.
Love Song
I have a love song in my heart. It sings to me of sacred space, the sanctity of space, and the soft, safe space within.