There was a time when women were magic…
There was a time when women were magic… When mothers and daughters and sisters and grandmothers would circle together under the moon to connect with the tides, cycles and seasons, celebrating rites of passage sharing blessings.
The Poem That Began It All…
My dear poet daughter, I’m here with you on the ground, face in the dirt, notebook turned upside down, starting from the last page, writing backwards to the beginning. Words flying In every direction, like hummingbirds darting in and out of the datura flowers shaking on the branches. I’m here, hanging onto this pen for […]