Open your heart and open the door to that which you desire…

That which no longer feeds her has become ash to the Earth…

Sacred seeds never nourished become compost for what could have been

I hear your words and smile as we both know none are needed.

Can you hear me?

There is no reason to hide….

Sweet Bird, you fly so far from that which you already are…

I am vibrant green, spongy moss between fingers and toes….

Deep are the depths of your exquisite darkness….

It’s BECAUSE of what we did then that we now know….

From within, my being expands to infinite possible sky.

May you feel fully seen by those you love the most….

I want you to know that I see you. I love you. I am listening to you.

I am the one who holds….Where is the door?

Hearts beating in synchronistic knowing; I feel you.

I heard her laughter before I saw her radiant face….

I will be in the woods….

The quiver fills with arrow after arrow of “should be’s” and “supposed to’s;” mounting bow of attachment over and over again.

Love…Open…Ready…Knowing…The journey began

My breath…My knowing…My heartbeat…Trust