Less Than…….

journaling has a way of excavating long held hurts.

working on this brought forth a muffled crack that led 

to the oozing up of entombed feelings…past and present.

i don't remember a time in my sixty one years of

living that i haven't been treated as less than my

male counterparts. our patriarchal society... for the most 

part... treats the hopes and dreams of the female spirit as

something frivolous…..less than….

    but….

WE are not...

I

am  

   not...

Who Needs a Good Laugh?

This is why I can't work in my studio with music playing…..

I got the music in me!
I got the music in me!
I got the MUSIC in ME!

A Gift from the Feathered Ones….

i'm taking an online art journaling class like nothing i've 

ever seen before. it's a visceral self exploration…opening

old wounds and allowing them to weep out the poisons

so they can heal properly…leaving only battle scars to

display proudly…..simple badges of courage. 

the last few nights my dreams have been filled with bees

and snakes while in the old pine tree behind my home

turkey vultures have been silently watching….sentinels…

 their messages ring in my ears…Bee whispering that

hard work will attain goals… Snake telling me

it's time to shed my old self and use my Sacred Feminine

Energy to regenerate…and Turkey Vulture reminding me

that with every death there is a rebirth…

 rebirth…

i like the feel of that word on my tongue...

…rebirth.

so this morning when i went to my bedroom window to greet

 the day i saw my gift…this magnificent feather…lying in the 

grass below my window…from turkey vulture.

rebirth….

it's time...

Forward -------->

if i had to set one goal for myself this year it would be to

keep moving forward. i'm giving myself permission

to fall…fail…step back…retreat…whatever…as long

as i dust myself off and get back on the right path…

forward…

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