Bone Dust August

“I will never forget this particular August; it crept upon us like a veiled shadow on the perimeter of the sun’s last rays. The summer felt toilsome and arcane. It is as if I had been holding my breath, silently; afraid I would not hear the story that was written for me. It seemed like… Continue reading Bone Dust August

The Watcher in Winter ~

I can feel his power as a Watcher, all those hours in time, to reach beyond the looking glass; to find me…to move me; beyond my dreams. He speaks to me; his voice resonating like waves upon a mighty storm at sea. “My name resides in a place before your time was set. I am… Continue reading The Watcher in Winter ~

A Child of the Shadows Dwells between Two Places;

In the ‘Age of Man’ and ‘Beyond the Veil’ This child is born, unto a time, where Angels cast their light upon the path that must be taken. During the winter solstice, snow drifts softly like cinders from the heavens; melting upon the songs of the Dark-eyed Junco and Nuthatch; that carry the secrets of… Continue reading A Child of the Shadows Dwells between Two Places;

~Lady of the Woods~

Lady of the Woods Shimmering ashes and silvered cloth, draped long, flowing behind her, like a slow fog whispering over the forest path to adorn the lady of the woods. As the sun lies down before her, a glory of mist, in the heavens; to form the very breath of Angels of the winter land.… Continue reading ~Lady of the Woods~

~ Bone Dust August ~

It happened in a bone-dust, dry August, in the year of our Lord, 2020; that a secret was to be given in trust. A secret upon receiving that would come with a burdensome price. I will never forget this particular August; it crept upon us like a veiled shadow on the perimeter of the sun’s… Continue reading ~ Bone Dust August ~

~ Children Running our Shadows Down, the Long Roads of Forever ~

I recall a time when we drove underneath a shiny moon, with fire in our souls. The men, Lucinda and me, Michaele Ruby were riding and sharing Christmas whiskey, in the backseat of Grandad’s beat up truck. The luminous elixir shook and shone, in moon lit glass, upon our cotton print dresses set in motion by the… Continue reading ~ Children Running our Shadows Down, the Long Roads of Forever ~

~ All Warriors, Seers, Executors of the Forgotten Promise ~

~ He, the One who has given me everything, walks before me; in light that hides in dark places of the forest ~ TFB ~Do not be afraid of them, for there is nothing concealed that will not be disclosed, or hidden that will not be made known…what I tell you in the dark speak… Continue reading ~ All Warriors, Seers, Executors of the Forgotten Promise ~

‘The Weight of Wings in a Dark Forest’

    ‘The Weight of Wings in a Dark Forest’ The Lady of dust and woods, creates thoughts in dreams, upon the weight of wings in a dark forest. Thoughts that shimmer and drape, silk white aether, on the cindered soil of forgotten leaf dust. She, the one they call when shadows no longer follow… Unfolds… Continue reading ‘The Weight of Wings in a Dark Forest’

The Child always feels the Power of Presence and its Place among the Living, in our Time of Knowing.

As a child, that always ran towards the sun, I look for things that can never be found. I reach out to ones that have no answer- I see their smiling love, joyful laughter, like whispers in the wind… They are fleeting moments; in a locked time piece. I can hear the distant clock chime,… Continue reading The Child always feels the Power of Presence and its Place among the Living, in our Time of Knowing.

The Lightning Walnut Tree

  I stand small, in the summer of my innocence, beneath the ancient, lumbering, struck walnut tree. The shimmery, amber haze of thick Summer sun, hypnotizes me; I dream of a silver winged storm that struck a jagged and cavernous rip down through the black walnut tree above me. Moving on the lazy porch swing… Continue reading The Lightning Walnut Tree