The oceans breeze touches the tip of my nose as the sweet aroma feverishly entices me.  I walk slowly, allowing the sand to tickle my body wherever it sees fit. Behind me I can feel your presence, masculine and strong, guarding me with your protective sheath. I feel your breath start to caress my shoulders, whispering softly in my ear. Your words ignite an unconscious revolution throughout my ... Read the Post

The Path of the Dreamer

  So many times in my life I have felt completely, and utterly lost. It didn't matter that I had a great job, good friends, or wonderful opportunities. For some reason, no matter what I did I always felt like I was somehow swimming upstream with no hope of ever finding my way. As I trudged along, I would find myself slipping deeper into despair wondering where I belonged. It was the cause ... Read the Post

I am a dreamer. I walk between worlds on the path of loneliness with a fearless heart. I keep my feet on the ground and my head in the clouds. I shoot for the moon and swing among the stars. I see with my eyes but listen with my heart.

Warrior Thy Name Is Mother

Let's get right to it shall we? Anyone who has given birth to a child is a Mother-f***ing Warrior. That's right...a warrior. I liken the experience to the Triple Goddess which was the subject of much writing by mythologer and writer Robert Graves. According to some Neopagans there are three stages a woman must pass through before her return to the spirit world. The Triple Goddess is frequently ... Read the Post

The first time I knew I could kill was when I was pregnant. No weapons necessary. The amount of strength and endurance you have is only matched by maybe superman and he could never tolerate the process of giving birth.