Midsummer is the time to shine with all the light inside of you. It is the time to reap the first harvest. You’ve worked so hard the last few months, nurturing the sprouts you’ve sown in the earliest warmth
I really feel the cold creeping into my veins. And not in a bad way. It feels more like the sensation I described in a meditation this morning: retreating deeper into the soil, when the icy winds rage above ground. Like the roots of trees are drawing in their...
I am more than my scars. I am more than my suffering. I have laughter, and giggles, and deep thoughts and dreams. My skin tingles with life, and gifts springing forth.
And my darkness was safety, because they know me there. But if I dare
To go beyond the edge of...
Midsummer is the time to shine with all the light inside of you. It is the time to reap the first harvest. You’ve worked so hard the last few months, nurturing the sprouts you’ve sown in the earliest warmth
I am more than my scars. I am more than my suffering. I have laughter, and giggles, and deep thoughts and dreams. My skin tingles with life, and gifts springing forth.
And my darkness was safety, because they know me there. But if I dare
To go beyond the edge of...
I really feel the cold creeping into my veins. And not in a bad way. It feels more like the sensation I described in a meditation this morning: retreating deeper into the soil, when the icy winds rage above ground. Like the roots of trees are drawing in their...