A Gentle Rain

Falling asleep to the sounds of gentle rain fall last night felt like a lullaby soothing my body, mind and soul – teaching me how to wait better so as not to become tense in the “not knowing” but rather formed by the waiting and transition to the other side. The sweetest dreams are yet…

Rite to Bloom

At first it appears as a simple square canvas, 30×30, pure white and plain. The longer I stare at it the more I See. It is like a window into the dream lodge of my Soul. It tells my stories, the echos of my heart in full frequency grandeur and scale, vibrating colour and shifting…

Spider Woman

As I stare into the white void. . . colours and images start showing themselves to me, some fully formed and some in their processes of becoming the form that they desire to be. I see a giant woman, an elderly, straggly woman who appears to be at least 10,000 years old. Her hands are…