When the panic attacks started, I felt betrayed by my almost 40 yr old body for remembering so vividly how panicked my 20 yr old body felt.

My inner church choirgirl needs hymns for optimal holiday whimsy. Whatever you are listening to, I pray you have a blessed season.

Today's wildflower is reclamation; the sacred work of detaching from harmful energies through realignment with our soul & purpose.

A poetry form is of sacred importance. The 'eastann' gives voice to the complexities of humanity, environment, and the Divine.

I worked too hard this week, am grieving my past relationship significantly right now, and am generally overwhelmed. God, help me. (He did).