Finding your Sacred Natural Place

There is a call that rises from deep within our souls, whispering in the wind, echoing softly in the night like the soft call of the owl, it may grow very quiet at times. It is the call of our stories, the keys that we thought were long lost, dried up seeds blowing in the wind. But what they need to grow and flourish is a little bit of earth and nurturance.

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A Journey to My Wise Woman

Walking through the forest, the moon is nearing full, silver light on the trees and plants around me. I am moving with purpose and determination, my pants very wide and substantial. A shorter dark cloak around my shoulders swishing just past my hips. There is a sense of purpose surrounding me.

 


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