The Witch lives at the edge of the forest so she can get shit done.
It’s the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine.
There’s wealth in endings.
I can see everything I am leaving behind before I step through the door into the next room – all the old comforts. But today is the day to turn fully toward the new, the day to step into the new. I don’t know what is on the other side of this door, but I do know that The Gift Must Move, that wealth is mobile, that abundance doesn’t stagnate. I am a facet of the Universe and thus, I am wealth and abundance, and I too must keep moving to keep the energy flowing.
I must trust enough to step through death into growth.
I had a dream about being in college this morning. Now I am feeling really nostalgic – for the people I was physically and spiritually close to at the time, for the town itself (and who knows what Normal, IL is like anymore) and for… Read More
Some rights reserved by Roger Lynn The seed that is to grow must lose itself as seed; And they that creep may graduate through chrysalis to wings. Wilt thou then, O mortal, cling to husks which falsely seem to you the self? ~Wu Ming Fu, Twelfth Century… Read More
Some rights reserved by Leah Makin Photography Today, in church, we talked of transience. After, during silent meditation, a vision: I was sitting, covered in crows, self as a bare-branched tree…until they all flew away, and I was both gone and free. Gone and free.… Read More
The Pea She’s buried, hidden, hide-and-don’t-seek pressed by the muffling mattresses and soft feather beds that forget but she’s small and insistent, the knot in my neck of mourning dreams, of half-eaten marzipan passions lying, dormant, shell shocked under strata she is buried, alive barely,… Read More