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Then the rain comes downYellow roses sway / In the soft breeze / As a feather floats
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Sep 12, 2025
SpringtimeSoft breeze / Warm sun / Hungry skin
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Apr 21, 2025
This Holy Re-loveutionI am not exotic / But I am ****** / I’m not this flesh
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Nov 23, 2024
Crumbling ParadigmFinally the sun has come out from behind the clouds to dry my wet cheeks. A gentle breeze hums through the trees and the sound of a blackbird singing anchors me in the moment. My heart is grateful for this green buffer of solace amidst a world gone crazy. Whilst the angry mobs, baying for blood, stalk the streets of a crumbling power hungry paradigm, there are glimmers of light appearing on the horizon as many more souls gather in love to dance to the beat of a different drum. / Once again I feel myself dwelling on the margins, quietly retreating to the edges to join my witchy ancestors, watching and waiting for the storm to pass. / My bones hold the memories of the burning times as I sink into the quiet earth and the cool wind caressing my skin brings some relief. Walking on the razors edge of longing for connection and needing to lie low, to hunker down in the one place I can feel safe, alone.
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Oct 30, 2024
The Wild Call of SummerAll of life is calling me. The land is alive with wild blooms that adorn the hedgerows. Foxgloves mingle with campion, bluebells and buttercups. The wild dance of summer lifts my spirits as my body still aches from the recent prolonged winter she has endured. The scars still tender reminding me that healing has its own season, yet the spirit feels the tug of a new dawn. / In the early morning stillness the light softly caresses the petals of a freshly born rose and my heart is filled with the promise of new beginnings. Patience has never been an easy companion and Surrender even less so. How to let go and allow this dropping, this deep sinking into softness, into the sensual realms of flesh and bone on warm, wet grass? How to rest deeply in every moment as the wheel of life turns slowly and my fear clings to hope as she gently wipes away my tears? / Somewhere in the distance, breaking the silence, a baby lamb cries and I am reminded that I am not alone.
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Oct 30, 2024
RebirthStumbling, / falling into being / bare feet
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Oct 11, 2024
Last Kiss of SummerRising from the / womb of the Earth / something is being
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Oct 11, 2024
EveMinx / Harlot / Holy
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Oct 8, 2024
Love in Winters WakeI’m stuck in / a frozen trap / A spiralling web of
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Oct 8, 2024
Empty Box RedIf the red box / were yellow / Or square
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Jul 30, 2024
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