I Had A Vision

It took years and a friend’s persuasion in order for me to finally give shamanism a chance. I’ve opened up to very few people about the magical experiences I have started to encounter. I think I’ve rightly had hesitations on the way I’ll be perceived as a mother or mentally ill person. At this point in my life, however, I think I’m ready to start sharing some of the “impossibles”. I’m aware of how good…

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Poems

Engraved Brain that one burst of agony outlined semi-permanent paths deemed logically safe and they’ve outlawed the essences which let’s It forget not a cure but a journey on new paths yet if set in your ways both emotionally and spiritually nightmares happen Wishes reach for the stars and you’ll most likely snatch some breeze reach for your dreams and you’ll start creating them lucidly

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Remember me?

I’ve been taking time to process so many things. I’m sure I’ll have another period of processing soon- and then another and another and… It’s been a joy falling back into the wisdoms of my heart, without an audience. Remembering that there is not anything I truly need other than myself and this Earth. Why don’t we capitalize “earth”? I don’t need anyone else’s narrative of me to be “accurate”. I don’t need a lot…

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Our First Rabbit Hole

I want to drag us down one of the rabbit holes my mind offers me. Sometimes these vortexes cause unnecessary anxiety and I tense up with the implosion. Yet, most of them are healthy for me. It’s almost like a consciousness exercise where I allow myself to fold and unfold into expansive thoughts, like the universe itself is doing.

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Raise Your Hands

If the feelings are coming intensely for you too. Waves? This is what I feel like I’m experiencing: More stormy than usual waters nudging me around, but I can clearly see where the storm ends. Like Alice in the bottle, I’m feeling a bit helpless in directing myself towards much of an end goal other than to feel a little safer. I’m dipping into the isolation, in a way. Nothing and no one else is bringing the inner peace, other than myself. I’m slinking into the bottom corner of the bottle and growing further into peace during my lonely stay. Exhausted, but vigilant I am riding this fickle storm.

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