His. I was his when the first star burst onto the midnight sky I was his when the first leaf fell on an autumn wind I was his when the first rain soaked the desert sand His when he smiled at me His when he spoke to me His when my pillow welcomed his tears...
My loves I have written two messages for this post and both times they have disappeared into the ether. So I will take it as a sign that this image is saying it all!. Happy New Year. The year of the number One. Unity. So Mote it Be. May every word written,...
My loves, a New Moon for the New Year! Capricorn leads us with hopes for ambitious dreams but the recent Solstice and Mercury’s Retrograde remind us that it is still time to incubate and remain introspective while we carefully sift dream seeds and plant them...
“Your hand touching mine. This is how galaxies collide.” ~ Sanober Khan “We’ve grown apart.” When I was a teenager, I wondered what adults meant by this. I imagined some kind of moving walkway, like the ones at the airport, with lovers passing in opposite directions,...
