Mothers.

Mothers.

What if we stopped saying ‘single’ mother…and said, ‘mother’? What if we helped mothers, as a village, to raise their children, and offered positive re-enforcement instead of labeling them with a prefix…as married, single, divorced,...
Woman, I Worship at The Altar of Your Womb.

Woman, I Worship at The Altar of Your Womb.

I’m super excited to be writing for The Urban Howl, and to join with a tribe of writers I truly admire. It’s a place for poets, rebels, seekers and wordy shape-shifters. My partner was a little bit worried that my first offering was about a sensual...
She Emerges.

She Emerges.

She Emerges. The Sun heats her centuries-old cocoon, a sacred dance with Aquarius summons the Feminine…she stretches, she moves, she breaks the holy seal. It is time. Rise, Shakti, Rise! By the moon, by the stars, by the call of your own Wisdom, rise to your...
Timeless.

Timeless.

  Don’t deny her. The Wild Feminine. She lives in the spaces where Intuition flows. She waits for her time. She rises when called. She is of service to the hunger that gnaw at our bellies…the cry of our wisdom.