Musings

Jaguar looks at Panther, sees power and beauty,Panther scans the jungle, feels anger and fear.Jaguar beside Panther, feels love like the ocean,Panther looks away, thinks ‘don’t leave me alone’.Jaguar sits quietly, feels his heart beating wildly,Too scared to approach, lest he scare her away.Panther is coiled, eyes flash green at the danger,Hysterical thoughts wondering how…

Deep down in the earth it is ferrous, dark, and damp. Cloying soil bonded to every hair of my gnarly, twisting, entangled roots. I feel the humic crumb sticking to me, coating my skin, and blocking my airways. The winter has been long and hard. My lungs are bursting with the effort to breathe. Desperate…

I am the material embodiment of Spirit, and yet I am here and not here.I see you and feel the sacred geometry of your subtle bodies pass through my fields.My consciousness is both present and travelling through astral planes,Working in my dreams to conjure reality into being.As my vibration morphs and shifts, the sands of…

I’ve been thinking about death a lot lately. Wondering what it feels like to be at the end of your life. To see death approaching, drawing ever closer, reaching arms up towards you to take you to another plane. Do you go quietly, joyfully, nervously. What if you’re not ready. What if the signal comes…

This is a time of transition. I look in the mirror and see you staring back at me. I see my folded hands and think about the way you used to do the same. See the curve of my belly and wonder if this is your body or mine. Our relationship has always been difficult.…

A Medicine Woman’s Prayerby Sheree Bliss Tilsley.I will not rescue you, For you are not powerless. I will not fix you, For you are not broken. I will not heal you, For I see you, in your wholeness. I will walk with you through your darkness, As you remember your light. We are at the…

Imagine there is a painter standing back, holding a paintbrush, looking in love and admiration at the masterpiece they have created. A beam of sunlight enters the room, and the colours are joyously dancing and flickering across the canvas. Now zoom in and focus on the colour red. See how it is ridged and shaped…

Can you feel it? The rhythm of the drumming. The pounding of dancing feet on dusty soil. It’s electric. The buzz of energy as the pulsing bodies move as one. The grandmothers are rejoicing because you have come back. You have come home. You have let go all the pain of the ancestors, shed it…

There is a new energy being birthed through me. I thought I was dying, and it felt like annihilation. An erasing of all I was meant to be and had planned to be. A slow and painful losing of myself into the melding forces of the changing world around me. I did what I thought…

I miss you. I didn’t realise that you were there until you left me. Though I know where you have gone, there is still a hole in our lives where you should be. The day started like any other, but by the evening it was clear you were leaving. I could see it in your…