Creative Writing
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My Love Affair With the Haar
(if you’re viewing via your reader, you may want to click through to listen to the audio – this is a spoken word post!)
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Teatime – A Poem
Sit down and have a cup of tea with me. Your choice. Earl Grey, Peppermint, Lemon & Ginger, Chai, Tetley…. I’ll be mother. Milk? Sugar? Lemon? Now that we’re all settled, you with your tea and me with mine, let’s have a chat. I’ll tell you my dreams, my fears, my desires, my stories. And you’ll tell me yours. We’ll laugh. We’ll shed the occasional tear. We’ll be each other’s cheerleader, confidant, co-pilot. We’ll cut through the bullshit, the fog and the nostalgic ties that bind us to the too small versions of ourselves. We’ll even share a sliver of silence or two, unspoken crumbs carelessly left upon our saucers.…
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Whispering Lullabies to the Goddess
Each of us is here to discover our higher self or our spiritual self. That is the first fulfillment of the Law of Dharma. We must find out for ourself that inside us is a god or goddess in embryo that wants to be born so that we can express our divinity. ~ Deepak Chopra Deep within the dark fertile places of my soul exists the embryo of a goddess. She stirs occasionally, as if disturbed by vivid dream, her limbs responding to images unseen. But for the most part, she remains asleep. Still she grows. My tender and somewhat self-conscious ministrations creating space for her to expand. I am…
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Lifting Veils
I’ve been a bit quiet on the blogging front, and I’m not even sure if I can explain why. After the frantic rush of activity that was December and January, I think I just really needed to pull back a bit throughout February. So, I’ve been taking care of myself. I’ve been focusing on my writing practice. I’ve developed a much deeper relationship with my chakras. I’ve continued to guide the lovely ladies in my goddess group. I’ve taken Instagram photos. I’ve pre-launched Mothers & Crones: Ancient Wisdom for the Modern Goddess (launch 8th March!). I’ve been interviewed and I have interviewed others. And I’ve started to share some…
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Lantern Love: Blooming by Moon
The darkness is profound. So rich that it feels like cool velvet pressed gently against our skin. Someone stumbles over a stone lying in the grass, and muffled laughter breaks out. I turn slightly towards my right and capture his hand in mine. He squeezes my fingers, and I imagine him smiling at me, even although I cannot see his lips. I feel him tug lightly at my arm, and I realize that he has stopped. I turn to face him, and I strain to see his profile darkly silhouetted against the night. ‘Here,’ he says, and I nod, even though I know he cannot see me. But we both…
