Dreaming to Form

I know what it means to have cracked fingers from hard work in healthy soil. I know what it means to do tedious work needed to support strong women birthing goodness into the world through voice, through mind, through body. I know what it means for the heart to break with incoming sorrow, tears shattering... Continue Reading →

Sweet, Gentle Heart

Sweet, gentle heart, I see in my mind’s eye, You are warm and held, Free to release that sight. No need to hold that heaviness alone, Our souls hold hands, Our stories are sewn. This tapestry is bigger than our eyes can gaze, Our minds can hardly conceptualize, The colors ablaze. Stories of our ancestors... Continue Reading →

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