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Please don’t interrupt me, I have something to say…
Please don’t interrupt me, I have something to say… Ghost Hours; My rhythm never matched this world, it seems I’ve always danced to my own drum. I remember being 5. As a small child, sleep just wouldn’t come. Instead, exhausted mornings became my norm.“Get up & go to school, everyone else does. If you’d just…
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Let the Sky Hear me
🌪️ “Let the Sky Hear Me” A Crone’s Manifesto on the Synthetic Storm I said what I said.And may the sky echo it loud enoughto shake the towers built by liars. There is a buzz in the air —not the hum of bees or the purr of dragonflies,but something wrong,something made.Synthetic.Sharp as glass.It howls like…
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Discovering me
I’ve been working with Ai to help me navigate some new discoveries about myself. Something I never dreamed I’d discover at 61, but it explains my entire history, all the way back to grade school. How they missed this isn’t all that surprising they didn’t look for such things back then, you were just strong…
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Racoon in the Rafters part 2 Racoon totem
Raccoon as Totem: Masked Messenger in a Time of RevelationPart 2 of “The Raccoon in the Rafters” Four years ago, I made a pact with a raccoon. Not out of folklore, not in a vision or dream, but in the middle of a real-life renovation disaster and a chicken coop standoff. And while she hasn’t…
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“The Raccoon in the Rafters” part 1
The Crone, the Coop, and the Masked MatriarchPart 1 of “The Raccoon in the Rafters” When we bought our 1908 Victorian home for fifteen grand, folks looked at us like we were either brave or completely off our rocker. And maybe we were both. She’d been long abandoned—not just neglected, but truly abandoned. By people,…
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“Woven Wings & Whispered Wisdom: Welcoming the Luna Moth”
Finally the abandoned house we bought is becoming a home again . I wanted a oval braided rug, I thought that would be the perfect addition & that’s still my ultimate goal but until then, I’m honoring Luna Moth who just fluttered right into my life with precise divine timing. “Woven Wings & Whispered Wisdom:…
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Welcome Back to the Threshold
Welcome Back to the ThresholdIt’s been a while since I’ve posted here. Life, grief, healing, and the quiet weight of unseen work have kept me inward. But lately, something is stirring—a return of dreaming, a whisper from spirit, a familiar ache that says, “It’s time again.”So I’m stepping back into this space—not with answers, but…
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Bone Mother prt1
Bone mother prt1Shadows dance in autumn ‘s delight, while fairies work well into the night.The fog rolls at both dusk & dawnAs brother bear gives a big yawn.Dew covered webs decorate the fields, & the scent of musky gourds & sweet apples fill the air.Crow caws in the distance as she welcomes fall. Underneath all…
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Out of the Hospital
Indigo Bunting like this one, I didn’t get a picture Spotted Sunday 6/5/24 6am on my fence right outside my front door , welcomed me home 💙 Indigo symbolizes a mystical borderland of wisdom, self-mastery and spiritual realization. While blue is the color of communication with others, indigo turns the blue inward, to increase personal…
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I’m going to say the quiet part out loud Herbalist & medicine woman/men
A lot of people aren’t going to like this post but someone has to say it!! Mostly for up & coming new HERBALIST & those who actually want to take the rest of their lives learning because to become an herbalist takes Commitment!IT TAKES YEARS!also I suggest those who are in need of herbal healing…
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