when the earth spins
mandalas grow
webbed with our intentions
dancing spirits around a flame
burning, the core
(inside our names)
… and the moon watches over us
carefully and grins
as our stories begin
then die, and recycle again …
its gleaming eye bearing witness of
our chants –
blessed with dreams while we dance –
and the circles flow,
mandalas grow:
illuminating life within
we have yet to know.
A little bird with a big song.
Smile! Glad you could make it!
...about my journey to become a YOGA teacher.
.Welcome to my Metaphors.
Submitting to the Glorious Inevitable
Escaping and surviving abusive relationships
a community service for the Colorado Front Range
Wading through the marshes of my life, tackling issues of narcissistic abuse, complex PTSD, co-dependency, divorce, and cancer. Accepting change one small step at a time.
Narcissistic Abuse, Complex PTSD = Dead Woman Walking, Talking and Writing.
My Difficult Journey to Overcome Codependency and The Effects of Dating A Narcissist
Poetry, stories and some random words...
a resource for moving poetry
All information not in hand belongs on a bookshelf
Reaching out to people with my art
