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.
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Into 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 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
Read MoreLife Is A Ritual
In the quiet moments, I try to find order. Sometimes I am successful. Other times, not so much. In the shadow of the upheaval that swirls all around us now in so many aspects of our lives, the quiet moments mean so much more when experienced. This is especially true for me since
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In the Time of Fading Light
I encourage you to feel, to cry, to love, to laugh, to grieve, and to scream from your darkest and deepest depths to the outer most edges of the cosmos. Throw your hands, face, and heart up to the sky. Scream. Cry. Release. Pray. Commune. And when you come down, I encourage you to collapse into the retreating energies of the once fertile earth that is still rich in love.
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The Whispering Crow 