It’s hard in a partnership to not want to analyze or judge the other person’s experiences, thoughts, emotions or intentions. It’s hard to identify your own inner process when we are too busy interfering in theirs. I’ve seen this happen far too often. A partner on a spiritual path or some kind of conscious inner […]
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In Greek mythology a psychopomp is a supernatural creature or spirit whose purpose is to guide a soul who has just died to the afterlife. We die many times in one lifetime, aspects of ego and will, body and mind, ancient ancestors communing at the threshold of our passage so that they too, can evolve as sentient beings. We embody a myriad of lineages in our flesh and bones, not just the lineages inherent in our soul’s trajectory, but lineages across parallel realities that seek to serve a higher purpose. There is a sense of surrealism with each death, an altering of reality as we embrace a new one, an altering of a lineage as the sacred womb rises to give birth, life, healing and safe passage to those parts of us which need to die, which need to merge with a laden earth encumbered by human disconnect. Or perhaps those parts of us which need to ascend with the angels, a death absorbing grace as the Divine intended to the fullest experience a soul can have.
There is a descent into the underworld where we embrace flesh and bone as much as we do spirit. A descent into darkness where we fall upon our knees and give thanks to the landscape that nourishes our understanding of good and evil. How fortunate we are to listen to the wilderness that runs through […]
She frolicked through solitude
The wind in her long brown hair Her heart beating against the unknown Listening to the silence So sacred That one could hear the whispers of angels In realms above. Her womb pulsed to every story in creation. Slowly, she became the silence itself As all her fears dissolved into a grace So peaceful She […]
This is everyone’s battle.
Powerlessness rising with each flame. A scorched earth crying for anything holy to comfort its tears Trembling lungs gasping for air In a sea of purgatory and smoke A fire with no boundaries As it contemplates its existence A fury that recreates itself Until the unknown Has nowhere to turn. The sounds of chaos like […]
Drink from my cup
Where every wilderness unimaginable Earths itself in silence until awakened By a hunger only recognized by the gods. What has withered away is nothing more Than a loneliness yearning To confess its sins to a heart Emblazoned by love. My wilderness whispers each time it sees the sun. Anointed by its radiance, prostrating itself before […]
New Year 2025
You become your own home dear child. Giving birth amidst the chaos, Ensconced in every landscape plundered By multifaceted wounds from every dimension. You’ve mastered the art of breathing in the darkness. Haven’t you? Reaching for any earthen holiness To hold you tightly against the ravages of time Waiting in earnest to walk with a […]
Christmas
Shepherding each other toward a world of light, The littlest of joys sneak upon us With such merriment That we are cradled in wonder From spirit to soul. Oh how the child within us Remembers with pure innocence The magic of celebration Of holiness dancing upon our hearts. How we dreamed of more light Until […]
Winter Solstice
The sun will whisper its longest prayer to our ancestors. It’s rays will spiral into fractals of grace, releasing us from forms of old. Both master and servant will yield to the unknown power of the Solstice. There will be a moment for both humans and spirits to dwell in the house of the gods, […]
At times we think our wounds are greater than anyone else’s.
Our landscape and emotional architecture protects us from a pain which is greater than any individual wound can carry. Our landscape is interwoven, over time, with emotions so visceral and raw that even our ancestors from centuries past can hear us crying. And tears have been shed, especially these last few years. Our stories have […]
I dissolved myself into emptiness
Thinking God would love me more Estranged from The Divine Sheltering amidst the graves of my ancestors For centuries before I asked What did I have to prove? There is no shame in darkness Or the abyss that accompanies The path. The splendor of every tear The magnificence of every wound Do not be afraid […]