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- Lost this guy today, Fiona. He was 13. (We thought he was a girl when we got him with his brother. The name stuck). He had such a tough year. His brother slept next to him all day. I had chanting music on. I held him on and off all day. Finally, around 6:30, I picked him up, swaying back and forth like a baby. I said, "It's okay Fiona, you can go. He was gone in about 15 minutes. It's such a powerful thing to witness. Such an honor. His brother Dot is sitting on my lap. Coopers' sound asleep. My 18 year old calico,Tara, quietly snoozing. Silence is good.🐾🐾💜💜Priestess~ #workyourlightoracle #rebeccacampbellWater speaking.Liminal space(s)
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I’ve been trying to capture the feeling of my dream state from last night. It’s stayed with me all through the day. Ephemeral. Other-worldly. Aware in the dream I am dead. No longer in a physical form and I’m asking people I know to help complete some tasks so I can have closure. […]
4/8/18 First hummingbird sighting of the year. How do they fly in this wind? First hyacinths in the yard, nature’s memory. I bow to Syria.
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108 years. Auspicious for any of us that may know the connection in spiritual circles. 108 years since the Cubs won a World Series Championship. There’s been a curse and years of drought. My grandmother was a die-hard Cubbies fan. … Continue reading
The revolution is being televised and social media’d and interneted. A new lexicon. Arising – A reinvention. Racism, white privilege, feminism, spiritual practice, the spectrum of sexuality and gender. Where does writing and connecting with the creative fit in? Mentioning death: some … Continue reading
Hummingbird called me awake this morning. On the wind, in the air. Intimate voices. Self-inflicted wound/fatal. Moving in all directions at the same time. A storm between the temples. “No martyr’s cause has ever been stilled by his assassin’s … Continue reading
Born, I am not worthy. I must pray to have the stain removed. Questioning, they turn their backs. I walk away. Search. I search for: value, self-acceptance, non-invisibility/to be seen. Ease within my own body. To be heard. I am … Continue reading
Shear. Clarity. There’s a transparency. A certain wisp of your breath. Felt. Intimate. I alight. There is healing going on. A healing. I am healed. Wiped anew. They are forgiven. Discovered agency. A pressure in the womb. The history of … Continue reading
New bird songs, un-named, sing to me. The wooden windmill spins a reply. Emerging tulips’ imminent growth. Grief shows itself in the bones. The wooden windmill spins a reply. Adobe colored dirt lines the undercarriage. Grief shows itself in the … Continue reading
So much. So many things. Situations. A herstory. A discovery. Roses. Things found. Love. Mysteries unveiled. The veil removed/ Not completely/ but not opaque. Any longer. A gentle hand held to the cheek. mine. Humans gliding on frozen water and the … Continue reading
no veil A busy month for sure. Here we are in the last week of the first month of a new year. Fairly jam-packed so, I think listing is the most concise and accurate. Writing class: sit/walk/write with Natalie … Continue reading
dragon sky bird “If only people could perceive the mystery in all life, down to the smallest thing, and open themselves to it instead of taking it for granted. If only they could reverse its abundance which is undividedly … Continue reading
And then there’s the rest of your life. And mine. Ours. Now: I can’t seem to draw myself into a conclusion. The direction is, synchronize body and mind to bring yourself into the present moment. There is space. And there … Continue reading