Santa Muerte, Beautiful in Red She hands me a sickle all my own, small, handheld, meant for cutting cords.
Tag: surrender
Refractions
I fought until surrender was all that was left. And now, I like it; it became my deepest desire—to swim.
The Flow of Life
I’ve learned it’s okay to let go of control and allow life to carry me forward.
Nothing but Soul
The journey doesn’t require anything but soul.
Still You
It's five-year-old you, still here now with wisdom.
Stars at Full Tilt
Giving my heart to Yours is joy.
Cascading Diamonds
Stars flow between our sealed kiss. My tears fall, cascading diamonds over valley and curve.
Lean Into Me
To Him my love is as beautiful an offering as my grief. Gold knows no mold. It flows, fluid and alive.
The Gift in the Exodus
The gift is hidden in the exodus—freedom, spacious wandering, dreaming past all I’ve known. Bigger plans, endless creativity, closer to Him, blockages dissolving. I run to meet You. I am ready.
Murmurs in the Dark
I give it all to You. All that I cannot control, all that I cannot make turn out for good, I give it up to You.
Jasmine on the Grave 