"Friday.. I'm in Love"

It's funny, it's afternoon and the sun has finally decided to show himself, early August and I am sitting here at my kitchen table while my little one plays on the floor and my dog, Talula, tries to be naughty and sneak a bite of freshly baked blueberry muffin, the blueberries a gift from a dear friend, plucked tenderly from the bush only yesterday.  Amanda Palmer plays quietly as we all dream our own end of summer dreams today ( song: the thing about things live).
I really don't know why it has taken me so long to start a blog.
A large part of my life's work has been healing, healing myself and helping others to feel empowered to heal themselves. This work often occurs through reiki, the cards, goddesses, and intuition, even through the flick of a makeup brush into a tilted cat eye on occasion.
Also, through poetry. I started writing poetry when I was very young, hiding the poems in notebooks designated for notes from the many meetings I had to attend due to my parent's dogmatic religion.
These words strewn along pages were seldom shared and often covered over. The writing became intense and such a huge yet secret baring of my soul that sharing it with others seemed impossible. A part of me still clings to that old belief, that my written words must remain coded and hidden.
So today as part of my own healing I begin to write and share, I begin to open up in a completely new way.
And the stones whisper to me that it is so, it must be so.

(Artist: Sarah Golish)