At your feet I fall to my knees Dying to bow low Destined to love you To be killed softy In your still presence Your steadfast greatness...

She surges into the surrendered silhouette that once was me She knows I have entered the shivering current of listening She knows the...

Imagine it's evening and you only know this because the light in your womb room has dimmed and you begin to hear a sweet hum of sounds....

I am making baskets to gift to the women of Coraki. I share with you this process of deepening beyond Perfect and Imperfect

This Hymn called 'The Words That come before all else' is an ancient order of Protocols setting gratitude to as the highest priority.

I left my shoes and went in bare foot, losing my domestic self to discover my mystery self. As we entered this forest to collect cabbage...

The threads of our timelines are woven into the fabric of our timelessness. The threads may be described with spatial orientation - over,...

I was sitting on the loo with the door open onto our yard, And I heard a sound my instinct immediately clocked as a snake. A rustle of a...

Undeterred by the Lockdown's external imposition, we knew an urge from our internal source, to go and connect with our Wild Source. That,...