The Dragon’s Head whispers by the light of the Moon: ‘Be bold. Not with might, and horns, and clashing swords, but with grace, poise, and kindness to all’. The Rising Sun whispers through the song of the Earth: ‘Be brave. Not with security, and stability, and permanence, but with innovation, rebellion, and imagination’. The North …
Sorrow prepares you for joy.It violently sweeps everything out of your house,so that new joy can find space to enter.It shakes the yellow leaves from the bough of your heart,so that fresh, green leaves can grow in their place.It pulls up the rotten roots,so that new roots hidden beneath have room to grow.Whatever sorrow shakes …
Jaguar looks at Panther, sees power and beauty,Panther scans the jungle, feels anger and fear.Jaguar beside Panther, feels love like the ocean,Panther looks away, thinks ‘don’t leave me alone’. Jaguar sits quietly, feels his heart beating wildly,Too scared to approach, lest he scare her away.Panther is coiled, eyes flash green at the danger,Hysterical thoughts wondering …
Deep down in the earth it is ferrous, dark, and damp. Cloying soil bonded to every hair of my gnarly, twisting, entangled roots. I feel the humic crumb sticking to me, coating my skin, and blocking my airways. The winter has been long and hard. My lungs are bursting with the effort to breathe. Desperate …
I am the material embodiment of Spirit, and yet I am here and not here.I see you and feel the sacred geometry of your subtle bodies pass through my fields.My consciousness is both present and travelling through astral planes,Working in my dreams to conjure reality into being. As my vibration morphs and shifts, the sands …
I’ve been thinking about death a lot lately. Wondering what it feels like to be at the end of your life. To see death approaching, drawing ever closer, reaching arms up towards you to take you to another plane. Do you go quietly, joyfully, nervously. What if you’re not ready. What if the signal comes …
This is a time of transition. I look in the mirror and see you staring back at me. I see my folded hands and think about the way you used to do the same. See the curve of my belly and wonder if this is your body or mine. Our relationship has always been difficult. …
A Medicine Woman’s Prayerby Sheree Bliss Tilsley. I will not rescue you, For you are not powerless. I will not fix you, For you are not broken. I will not heal you, For I see you, in your wholeness. I will walk with you through your darkness, As you remember your light. We are at …
Imagine there is a painter standing back, holding a paintbrush, looking in love and admiration at the masterpiece they have created. A beam of sunlight enters the room, and the colours are joyously dancing and flickering across the canvas. Now zoom in and focus on the colour red. See how it is ridged and shaped …
Can you feel it? The rhythm of the drumming. The pounding of dancing feet on dusty soil. It’s electric. The buzz of energy as the pulsing bodies move as one. The grandmothers are rejoicing because you have come back. You have come home. You have let go all the pain of the ancestors, shed it …