Deep in the heart of the earth, there is a cave. It is still. It is quiet. Filled with hope and potential, we gently tread upon the winding, spiraling path. Slowly, we walk. Step by step, we descend. Step by step, we move towards the center of the Earth, searching for the sacred cave. Finding our way through the darkness, the candlelight that guides us flickers. Shadows of all shapes, sizes, and even memories dance along the walls, nudging us to ask ourselves questions that are not so easy to answer. Moving slowly, we feel a heartbeat that pulses beneath our feet. It matches the beat and rhythm of our own inner workings. When we connect to it, peace that washes over us. As we trust this inner rhythm, the candle flame becomes steady, strong, and bright. So do we.
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Between the Light of the Moon and Rising Sun
. I could feel the energies and blessings of the Great Celestial beings. Crickets sang in their late summer symphony. Coyotes howled in the distance. My head felt light once more as the energy surged. I knew that I was not alone in that moment. I heard the echoes of those who came before me as they wished upon the same stars. They used them to guide their way in the night as they traveled under the same moonlight. They have whispered prayers and chanted incantations for thousands of years to the beautiful Lady of Reflective Light and the twinkling diamonds that adorned her midnight mantle. I felt the ancestors, known and unknown around me, urging me to explore the sacred Mysteries.
Read MoreTell Me A Story ~ Part One
We all have parts of ourselves that we feel no one may understand. An experience, private reflection, a long lingering thought that is wrapped up in our minds and hearts yet will never see the light of day. They are pieces we keep hidden; shuttered and cast aside into our depths where they are left behind so we can “move on”. We do this so we can feel safe and protected from the trauma in which they were born from.
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.
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The Whispering Crow 