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  • Ancestral Trauma

    It has been too long, but long is never gone, for tomorrow, no matter how long, shall arise once again as long as your essence allows it! Today, I sit in a memoir of my own life. A reality of hurt and pain. A reality of my ancestry. A reality of truth. Thoughts of my…

  • Papa

    What a beautiful site: He sat in tanned clothing, He was as handsome as can be with a clean shavened face. He wore the same paint stained watch I remembered as a child. Eloquent in an unfamiliar sitting position as he spoke of an intellectual topic. I gawked and took in every inch of his…

  • Another Year….

    Another year to depart from and say good-bye to, it was fun, it was sad and it was happy! A new year to embark on to renew yourself, to say bye to the old and hello to the new. Are you ready? Are YOU ready? I can’t hear you!! ARE YOU READY!!!!!????? (“ahem” as I…

  • November is Comfort

    November is COMFORT Cuddling while whistling howls whisper outside Observing wondrous colors of red, brown, and yellow, falling to the bed of earth Mother Earth flaking and peeling as it rids itself of past debris Fall time is exactly as it sounds, fall to the ground to leave for good Outer appearance changes, although the…

  • Mirage

    In awe viewing your wonders, Inch by inch, you were just a mirage in the distance of my imagination.

  • Change is November

    November is a time of falling leaves and changing colors. It is a time of shorter days and longer nights. November is also a time in Celtic tradition when all womyn were honored  (Mother’s, Maidens and Crones) for the blood of life. The color red is honored for the blood of womyn. The Egyptians called…

  • Moon Dance

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