When I Forget I am Magic

When I forget I am a creature of magic forged in the diamond fires of stardust and sunshine… I feel confused and only partially alive. When I forget that I can create moments of exquisite beauty in the blink of an eye… I get distracted by the noise of striving, pushing and competing, and I feel frustrated. When I forget I can hear the gentle whispers of the trees, the wisdom of the whales and dolphins, and the loving messages of the Earth… I feel lonely and unsettled. When I forget that my inner child is the most joyful, magical being I’ve ever met, and I forget to listen to her voice… I feel despondent and disconnected. When I forget I am magic… I don’t Continue reading When I Forget I am Magic

An Interview with the Wild Feminine

I step cautiously into the room, unsure of what I’ll find, not wanting to disturb this elusive creature. There she is, dancing ecstatically, to music only she can hear. I’m frozen on the spot, blinded by her radiance. As she spins, she catches sight of me and beckons me further into the room, into the dance. I mutter something weak, like, ‘oh, but there’s no music…’ and the sudden peal of her laughter awakens something long-dormant in my soul. ‘I know her,’ I think, and then the moment is gone as quickly as it arrived. I sit down, all formal and professional, not sure what to do in the presence of this wildness. I wait, as she dances and spins and laughs. I watch silently, Continue reading An Interview with the Wild Feminine