four feathers awash in the sea of Conscious mist whispers tickle against sandy particles encased in the lie of mortal industry we are comforted at long last in formless knowing, free from Imperial direction, denied scales of dutiful measure a small moment when the Heavens reveal a glimmering river of Holy oil in which we… Continue reading Ode to the Warrior
So young to be so angry hanging out the window acting blameless Your white barrette holding your bangs away from that flawless brow. So young and yet so indignant to the point of blind rage for my error Yet you may well be my nurse one day. So young and yet already immune… Continue reading The Nurse
Items to keep on my permanent NOT To Do list!
A little piece about how guardian angels are made.
A poem from a morning grounding meditation.
Dani's Healing 