Ever wonder what goes on inside that cocoon? How does an ungainly caterpillar transform into one of God’s most graceful beings? What on earth is happening in there?
What if I told you it’s butterfly goo? What if I said, to transform, you’ll need to completely dissolve, decompose the self you know as you? Could you trust? Could you be that vulnerable? Could you let go so completely the choice of wings?
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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