Sides Notes as Part of the Process

I long for tales of foxes and squirrels, rabbits and owls, living in community with one another. Where the biggest ‘news’ of the day are things like ‘Mother squirrel did beautiful patchwork on Thimbleton Mouse’s sweater’ and ‘Glorious Hot spring stumbled upon by Lady deer and her does’. Where all the roadways are that of soft dirt, and the flora of the forest grows in abundance–producing chestnuts, red berries, black berries, blue berries, persimmons, roots, tubers, barks, vines, flowers, and plants of all shapes and sizes. All of which get transformed into various townly things like benches, dinners, paints, beauty products, or clothes. Where there is neighborly love, warmth in every home. Delight in the small things, such as a rainstorm on a summer day.

I want this world to live within me. To feed me. To give me a lake of which I may pull from, to weave it into my daily Life. To bring magic into all my doings and speakings and dreamings. I long to be the Creatoress of my own Heart’s delight. To let my mind weave stories and connections of sweetness and fairytale. Where animals can talk, where underdogs take on quests with knapsacks and baskets woven of birch. For some reason, stories of this nature feed my soul

…like Honey infused with Simplicity and Love.

~S.K.

Embrace the Sweet Nectar of Life: A Dance with Love, Magic, and Fire

Now is zee time
to drink breathe laugh dance sing speak
with the sweet nectar of life
it is calling you
do you hear it?
can you slow your roll long enough to feel the winds arms outstretched

asking for a dance
offering support
love
magic
fire to feed your ever-growing heart?

shhhhh…
…pause…
..close your eyes…
…go within…
let sweet honey hold you

 

Today, I Found You;;Only a piece

I took myself on a walk today

As I do most days

An act of devotion

A daily self care regimen

where each step is a prayer

A moment of inner peace

Of walking my way back home

Of walking my way out into the forest

…to be lost

…to be found

lying on the ground

arms overhead

butterflies painting my face

the sky whispering

:hello sweet daughter, i love you:

I took myself on a walk

and found myself

only a piece

an alchemical code

lying on the side of the road

hands over heart

eyes closed

tears slipping down my cheeks

bathing in autumnal airs

;I whisper to myself;

:i love you, sweet one, no need to hide:

That sweet, divinely  innocent once within

The one whom you can’t un-know once you see her

Scooping her up we walk

taller than before

stronger than before

with wet eyes and a blue feather in hand

we march

toward fires

to remelt the pieces of our very fragile heart

rebirthing

renewing

honouring what has longed for our honour from the start

I remember

dancing freely

in the sun

with the whole of me

& you

as

One