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Embodied Voice

Embodied Voice

Embodied Voice : : A STORY OF BECOMING : : As a child, all through primary school, I was provoked and teased for my emotions ~ somehow I hadn’t learned to hide them like everyone else, so they were still very alive, easily called to the surface. So in order to protect...
Autumn Grief

Autumn Grief

The flowers have all faded, the seeds scattered to the wind and to be swallowed by the ground; the moisture has evaporated and leaves burnt by the sun hang on by a mere thread before casting themselves off to die and become mulch and eventually new soil…

Honoring Winter’s Cave…

Honoring Winter’s Cave…

…it is okay to go into the winter deep, to rest, and to fully give ourselves **time** for the practice of emptying, clearing, refining. The light will return when it does ~ please don’t force it prematurely. The bud must stay closed until it is ripe, and now is the time to root down, finding nourishment in the dark of the hard winter soil, trusting it’s okay to leave the skeletal branches of our lives bare and exposed to the reality of the cold world.

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