As we begin to drink more more sun than snow The pace of growth quicken for you as does the greening of things. Deepening roots will draw strength to bend into the light open aloft And become the dance of God. #soulfulpoetry

They come, the Old Ones and the newly dead ones They come on the wind They come on the rivers From the ground they cleaved and called home. They bring passion, pain and impatience. Pleading for their kins’ Return to the medicine, return to the heart, return home. They come. #soulfulpoetry #workingwithAncestors

The need to be laid bare is palpable. To be fully naked, exposed and disposed of all secrets, a tabula rasa erased of all gibberish that holds me in the recesses. As if the more dark the places are aired out, the more I can breathe. To eviserate myself so I don’t wither and disappear into the dust without leaving our footprints; to flay the skin and lay my soul unfurled. To be witnessed, to not be in my beingness alone, unseen again. To see my vulnerability To know my real co