Single Mama of Two Beautiful children. StarSeed-Indigo child. Massage Therapy Student. I am a big spiritualist. I love to learn, write and dance. I am an empath. I love to laugh and make magic. I create my life. Designed to make an impact
Ash covers the ground where she kneels. Trees ahead of her are blackened, some still smoldering from the battle that happened three days before-a sign of how much destruction an entire war can cause. Her face is covered in soot and dirt, her dress once a vibrant forest green now covered in black, torn, frayed at the edges. It is a spring morning, with a fading winter chill, causing her to shiver unknowingly. Dirt covered hands dig into the ground, planting seeds of rose bushes. She knows there was death, perhaps there could be life.
To My Body, I Heal
I don't think it really sank in for me about how important what I ate was-until I sat in the Doctor's office with a full blood panel in front of me. October 2020 was when my body decided it needed to become exhausted, nauseated and keep me up most of the night. It was after week two that I made the call to the Doctor-and within another week was sitting across from her with the blood results in my hands.
Small flickering flames light the path before her, just enough that she can see the next few steps. Her footfalls crunch into the autumn leaves, a noise that often brings her a sense of comfort-for the season of the harvest is her most favorite, where the spirits come to play within the realm of the physical world.
Warm Fires. Candles Lit. A journal and a pen. Plants scattered around the room, faery lights decorating along the walls. I sit curled up in a blanket, writing out my whole world.
As The Heart Heals
"Mommy, can I do your nails?" My six year old daughter comes out, holding her package of nail polish in her hands. Her brown eyes are alight with hope and “please”-yet there is a hesitancy that resides within me. The inner girl in me wants to say yes, the outer woman in me tries to wall out the wound and say no.
All That You Taught Me
“We stood Steady as the stars in the woods So happy-hearted And the warmth rang true inside these bones As the old pine fell we sang
Always For You
I'm weaving along the winding roads of the Colorado Rockies when my phone rings. I don't recognize the number, so I let it go to voicemail. My children are in the back, sleeping. It has been a rough journey for them and an exhausting one for me. I'm thinking about Christmas, even though it's early November, and my stress level spikes. How am I going to afford Christmas? What am I going to give my kids? My family?