She threw open the rain spattered window and pressed her head against the screen. The little creek was swollen and cascading over the rocks she’d built up, anticipating this very event . She could hear the power of the water finding it’s way over and down to its place of origin – It’s Goddess home
“Last Night The Rain Spoke To Me”
Mary Oliver
She stood there braving the chill with her bare feet and pajamas, allowing Mama’s waters to wash her spirit clean of human debris. For the briefest moment she rode the torrent, feeling free, alive and wild. In that moment she was Nature.
She was the Mystery.
Author: sisterhearts1
I've arrived at an age where standing quietly in the shadows doesn't serve me. Standing in the light of the divine feminine and speaking/writing my truth is as vital as breathing. So here I am, feeling a bit naked as I open a small portal into this superhighway of high speed communications. I don't claim to be a wise woman, but a seeker of heart and spirit, a collector of wisdoms.
Since I was a young girl, I've felt spirit in the natural world. I've always stood in the balance of science and magic. Now as I approach another decade, the light of that magic lives in my heart. I find joy in getting older and believe there is great value in the wisdoms we carry. Recently remarried after raising three fiercely beautiful girls on my own, I am now a member of a collective voice of grandmothers and I love this new role.
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