chasing the muse

Creativity can be a fickle and elusive lover. The passion ebbs and flows like the tides, it cycles like the moon, it can go into deep hibernation in the shadows. She does not want to be pursued or chased; she is not prey to a stalking predator. She does not fall for cheap tricks or…

honoring the mother

Taking a moment to honor the mother that resides in me, and in all of us.  As it becomes more and more likely that I will not give birth to another human, I find myself at times feeling grief over the loss of that possibility, and other times feeling deep peace around it.  It is…