For quite a few months, I felt a longing deep within me. I had difficulty naming it and was unable to describe it. At times, I felt loss and grief. There was even a pang that weighed heavily on my heart and mind. Sometimes it was a wave that washed over me, casting a shadow where I felt the confusing feeling of being lost and alone. Then there was the anger and frustration. What was going on within me that led to such an unexpected eruption? I questioned everything. There was an indescribable emptiness that I felt and it truly confused me. I wasn’t sure why, but it was there inside me and it was very real. It would emerge while I was going about my business with my daily mundane tasks. I felt a sadness or a longing that I couldn’t quite name. It would appear quickly and out of the blue but would linger like a ghost in me.
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What Do Women Desire Most?
“Some men say we desire to be beautiful and that we want to consort with diverse strange men; also we love lust in bed and often wish to wed. Thus men misunderstand women. Another idea they have is that we want to be seen as young and fresh, not old, and that women can be…
Read MoreEvergreen
There is an icy crust on the trees today. Silence is offering its hushed presence with an invitation to be still and listen. Although we welcomed the return of the sun a few days ago, we are still wrapped up within the cold darkness of the long night’s reign. We will be here for some…
Read MoreGhosts of Shadow and Piercing Light
The last few weeks I caught myself holding my breath. I feel like I have been pulled by the motion of the pendulum swing that takes me from one extreme to the other. At times I am feeling the electric energy of the season and the outward buzz it can bring. I can also feel…
Read MoreReflections of Our Songs
“And she called from the edge of the fields, from the edge of the stones in the streams, from the edge of night, and from the edge of dreams. Calling out into The Void, she asked for a glimpse of the dance of her lifetime. She wanted to know that she was not alone. And…
Read MoreThe Churning Seas
Standing on the rocky ledge, I found myself holding my breath. It took some time before I even realized where I was. Step by step, I carefully made my journey to the edge of the rugged coastline that touched the churning sea. It was as if I was standing on stone fingers that were pleading out from the base of the cliff and out into the cold, grey Atlantic Ocean.
Read MoreInto The Labyrinth
She stood before immense the creature. Her heart was racing, hands trembling. There was pain in her throat. The result of dryness from the rapid, shallow breaths she fruitlessly tried to control. It was also from the fear that choked her. Unable to move as she stood within the stone chamber, she was locked eye to eye with the beast. He towered over her. Eyes seething with hostility and disgust. One thundering step by one thundering step, he slowly made his way closer to her. As he loomed over her snarling, his giant hands clenched into fists, his acrid breath took away what little breath she had.
Read MoreEmerging From the Cocoon
It has been a while since I have written. Each time I went to my laptop, thoughts and messages jumbled in my mind. It was clear that I needed a break. However, it took some time to come to terms with that. In turn, it led me down a path of uncertainty and frustration. I…
Read MoreThe Fire Within
Deep within the hollows of the earth, there is a soft glow. It is the gentle and comforting flames of candlelight. There, in the stillness and silence, the Goddess Brigid sleeps. She is awaiting her moment to return to the surface, bursting with life and the energies of creation. Yet, in this moment of cold and snow and biting winds, she sleeps. She waits. The earth is not quite ready for her to return
Read MoreThe Cavernous Soul
Standing before the mouth of a cave, I can feel my body awaken. There is an intermingling of known and unknown that stirs the primal force within me. It calls out, asking me to step forward onto a path that has not been traveled by many. To decide to take the slow and steady decent is a decision that only I can make. Once the decision is made, I must trust each footstep upon the path that leads me to our collective primordial birthplace
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