August. It’s hot and the summer flower pots look tired. While I’m not ready for cold weather, I am ready for a shift away from this heat and this energy. As the moon came through my window last night, I remembered another 28 days had passed. Change is coming. For three days prior and three […]
Red hot holy rage twisted up my spine like slithering snakes log-jamming my throat as I wanted to scream for all of my sisters, scream for all of my brothers, and scream for our children who stand to inherit our mess.
Expressed in holy ways it transforms and heals.