Wordwitch
“The role of a writer is not to say what we can all say, but what we are unable to say” ~ Anais Nin
A Lesson in Silence Through Reiki
I was initiated into Level Three Reiki today by my good friend and soul sister. She participated in a meditation with me before she transferred the symbol I would use in my furthered Reiki walk. Silence spoke to me as she worked her magic over me. Here are a few words...
‘Writing Doesn’t Have To Be a Solitary Act’
So says the cover of a brochure put out by the writer's group I have recently joined. Oh yes! I have joined. The word 'joined' has the power to wrangle me into fits of discomfort and ego-driven explanations about my aversion to being a 'joiner'. But I LOVE the...
There is no Love Like Tortured Love
The grip of his emotions played upon his mind. He was as scattered as the stars of the Milky Way, as tense as a tightrope, burning with love from both ends. Nothing he had dreamed before, or imagined about a time when he would be holding Holly in his arms had prepared...
Some Of My Best Work, Elizabeth and Her Mama
About Bravery
'A woman has to live her life, or live to repent not having lived it' D.H. Lawrence Lady Chatterley's Lover
A Month of Hermitage
True, I am a hermit at the best of times. This winter saw me (or didn't see me) leave the house once, maybe twice a week. IF I had to. I don't know if it was the many moons of March that brought such solitude, but am fairly certain that it was what my soul was...
Mortar and Pestle
There would be no magic in my kitchen or on my altar without the mortar and pestle. I'm wildly attracted to the symbolism, the mortar being the cup (womb) and the pestle being the grinder (male counterpart). The pestle stirs up emotions, juices, intentions and hopes....
Peace Within
I've been challenged lately. Details aside, I've had time to reflect on the prejudice that still exists toward the human condition. The two areas that pertain specifically to me deal with sexuality and chosen spiritual path. We have come so far and yet, we are still...
They’re Under My Skin
They say that reading is a child's way to escape and that writing is an adults. 'They' must have been a fly on the wall and have seen me buried in novels as a young girl. As soon as I knew how to speak and read English, I was raping the library shelves at breakneck...
The Findhorn Garden
" We have not only to cooperate with the nature kingdoms, but we have to allow them to become one with us. Through this marriage, we are more truly human" David 'The Findhorn Garden'
