Poetry revisited — Hello, me lovelies. Since I am finding it difficult to write these days due to brain fog and confusion, I thought I would take this opportunity to share some of my older work with you. …

A poem — Heavy — Is this what it feels like to be stone? Limbs refuse to move each step an effort each movement like forcing time forcing memory How do you retrain your body to respond? To become fluid again? Is it the muscles or the bones? Which have forgotten? Each day…

Most days it’s felt like I am drowning — If you’ve noticed my absence for a while, there is a good reason — I’ve been dealing with a lot of health issues. …

A land mammal enters my sacred space — For as long as I can remember, I have always had an affinity with birds — birds of prey, to be more specific — ravens, hawks, and owls. This was reaffirmed for me during a shamanic dream setting in my late 20s when I partook in a ceremony to find…

Animal addition — I am still experiencing moments of joy. It has become my favorite pastime of late. The great thing about this is… I am not actively seeking; they just seem to pop up whenever Spirit decides I need them. Take this, for instance…