on the brink of my future calling me and even the pinkie toe seizes up when asked to move. so this is how it's going to be? the heart at odds with feet. now, i'm no puppet master but i know that the marionettes that are led by their chest look more human than the ones...

It's May now: the month of Lily of the Valley blooming in our yard, her sweet fragrance of it reminding me of home, of the love of my Grandmother and Mother, of the stories of plant magic. May. month of my birth month of Spring's blossoming month of love. And I find...

And so long I have forgotten pleasure; forgotten that she guides me informs me teaches and serves me; forgotten that she allows me to surrender and receive to open up bear down and release. And the sweet drippy ecstasy of her offering brings tears, laughter birth and...