a structure for spirit
I have never considered myself a “writer”. I have no formal training, no diploma that anoints me to this sanctioned post.
As I prepare for my first ever writing retreat I discover to my surprise I am a writer. 493 more words
1 week, 6 days
When I first heard of the mystical caves of Ra Paulette I became enamored. My heart was full of a desire to be in one. Not as a curious tourist but as a medicine woman. 538 more words
3 weeks, 6 days
You can learn a lot from someone who is dying. When death is no longer an intellectual musing but has become an ill fated lover we are stripped naked in the face of our own mortality. 637 more words