Enheartened On The Wings Of Our Love, Show Me God
We either walk toward love as a way of being, or we walk away from it. There are only two directions. This decision shapes our life and our world.
We either walk toward love as a way of being, or we walk away from it. There are only two directions. This decision shapes our life and our world.
We are rising in a language that is full of emotion, anger and love that it’s as heady as the oils and sage we use. What about the women we are not reaching because we’re so busy speaking our soul’s language that we’ve forgotten the human one?
Anita Anti is a talented Ukrainian photographer based in New York. She takes magical portraits of women and animals in dreamy settings, inspired by fairytales from around the world.
We all start our lives at the beginning of a great Journey. At first, we are too young to understand we are traversing a set of paths, every decision made sends us in a new direction.
To you who are known by so many names across space and time, it is with the fervent devotion of a burst-open heart and the awe-struck reverence of the enraptured that I write in homage at this inky, indrawn moment of the winter solstice.
Only once in an eternity does God launch this kind of heart-rocket. How could I turn away? I suddenly felt compassion for my friend, struggling as he was to find his faith in love after such a tremendous loss.
She waits there, Old Woman, stirring her pot and praying over the bones. The fire is in the hearth and the lantern in the window. She waits there.
Woundmates are not to be confused with soulmates, which can also trigger shadowy material to the surface of consciousness, but are sourced in a more promising and fertile wellspring, one that fosters real growth and progress.
Light a fire and brew yourself some nettle tea to feed your blood. Wrap your warmest blanket around your soft body, and let me tell you of the three wise Witches.
I know a girl, maybe you do too that is sensitive to this world, cries four times a day, trying to flush away, the energy, people, actions, events that oppress and circumvent her joy.