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Shame

Please note: old, unconscious choices and spirit agreements shift easily in the winds of our enlightened intentions.  Shame Is that energy that occurs When we are told How we are less than adequate How we are not Enough And in … Continue reading

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Moving Time

Water is moving Across the planet Stepping out of Customary courses, Forging new flows.   Spirit, too, is moving. The magnetic voice of god is Carving new channels. Step in! Step in! Immerse yourself In light, join The inexorable tsunami … Continue reading

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Changing Times

The Earth is in labor, therefore Grow herbs to ease her birthing pains Grow yourself up, so that you are No longer child, but daughter So that you can walk the walk beside her Woman to woman Hand in hand. … Continue reading

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Meditation Caveat Emptor

People can be afraid to meditate because they are afraid to change. It’s true: Meditation allows you to see your own wisdom. Insight can bring reevaluation, which can lead to the decision to make changes. But what happens if you … Continue reading

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Whoosh!

I sit here ready To shed my stuff To blow it out Like dragon fire, to Transpire, or Sublime, Be like a dandelion With a head of fluff: Whoosh!

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Living Light

Death comes to those who bring light. In the past, it came early and often, Riding into the dawn valley through the mist, Bearing the sword of fear, Leaving behind another life paid to learning. Those days are not over, … Continue reading

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Change Can Look Like Death

“The dogwood died!” my partner exclaimed.  I looked out the window, and the lovely little dogwood in the flowerbed outside my bedroom was crisp– inarguably dead.  When did that happen?  And why? And as I wondered, Spirit spoke. I got goosebumps, … Continue reading

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