I wonder...
(An audio for this note is coming. Stay tuned.) Love, Tenderness is right where you are, No doubt left to command your whispering heart, listen with open ears and come, press your feet into the grass and walk forward. The prairie is your home, for here the elements sing your
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Love, I held you closer, praying to Heaven, cusping your nape, veiling you from earth's gate. From my Wisdom you fell from spirit to form, made of Grace... Using all of Light, may you remember from whence you came. —Soul Emerging from the reflective energy of November is
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On the bathroom floor, droplets of tears tap-danced upon my skin, streaming along my brown thighs. As the vanity mirror blurred from the shower's steam, I closed my eyes and heard a cry—“I've been so mean. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me!”—it
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Love, may this morning be sacred for you. How are you (truly)? I wonder what you are dreaming, wondering, thinking, and wanting as we venture into this sacred month of October. Listen along...0:00/604.2241× Can you hear your Soul sing within you? In your deepest Garden, the
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"And so I fell…deep into her abyss, letting her keep me. My eyes fluttered at her depth as I sank. I was no-thing in the midst of her. Swallowed in the womb of Divine Mother, she carried me, and I was born again." " Sing me, For
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Painting its steps in my direction, from nose to eyes, it waited. As I grew still, it walked closer. In the middle of the path we stood. Frozen yet malleable. The deer lifted its head. Something was left unsaid, yet understood. In the thick of life, on this forest path,
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Pale coneflowers dipped in amber caressed my Soul into the bosom of eternity. It was our language, the foundation of the trust we've built upon to experience new ways of Being in this human experience. She wasn't exaggerating when She said “I love you and will
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Pull through. Loop. Tighten. Its yellow feathers peeked through the gaps its beak was determined to close. The precision was enough to make you wonder if the African weaverbird took to nature as a Divine Art. After four hours of waiting at the car shop, this documentary was the best