Fear brushing the edges of my heart as I faced becoming a mother.
Tag: transformation
Inheritance of the Womb
My vessel no longer commissionable to holding anything I don’t choose.
Descent into October
October begins my descent into darkness, internal and eternal.
Cathedral Heart
My heart opened toward you, cathedral doors swung wide in welcome. Reds and blues water across the floor— purple etches love.
The Soul Bell
I learned to call it the soul bell. She still rings when something resonates profound.
The Halls of the Heart
I imagine I wouldn’t leave if I ever stepped into one in person. How could I abandon what has already changed me— what has built an inner sanctum from its very presence?
A Year of Roots and Light
I’d choose to relive this year again because I had my little girl. I switched paths out from darkness into love, and that shift held a near death experience when she was born. Leaving behind a toxic dynamic was another initiation. Both were the most difficult ordeals of my life, yet everything turned out for the best.
The Cathedral
The mind is a cathedral.
Devotion to Being Real
I can appreciate this fear I’ve held dissolving and being replaced with a devotion to being real, human, and happy to be here.
Echo and Pulse
I dance humility’s grace, one foot in pain’s echo, the other in rapture’s pulse.
Jasmine on the Grave 