Twinkle, Twinkle Baby O

Twinkle, Twinkle Baby O

Not so much a baby anymore but a princess warrior at heart and on these sacred grounds. Just look at that moon face of hers aglow…enamored by the fullest of moon light captured on her device and in the space … Continue reading

So Much Goodness

So Much Goodness

And so much better to be done. You radiant one, there’s nothing dim about you, a flame in this world setting off flickers everywhere you stroll, huddled around this swelling bonfire where all hearts are still and entwined and in … Continue reading

An Invite

An Invite

Natural Darkness is an invitation to wonder…thought that cannot be experienced in brightness. – Jane Slade Ever so grateful for this invite, every night, who isn’t thrilled to hear you’re invited? Let’s not jumped ahead to quickly though, savor the … Continue reading

Into the Wee Hours

My allegiance is to the sun, always will be. But I was curious to check out the Earth’s shadow draped over today’s wee small hours of the morning moon across the Americas. We got shadow work indeed over here to … Continue reading

Noble Nightfall

Noble Nightfall

A striking cobalt swells and impregnates everything above the horizon just before the darkness. Anyone else notice this bit of an enhancer as of late? I am a fan of both the hues and the energy just before nightfall. It’s … Continue reading

Finding the Unknown

Finding the Unknown

We do not sit in darkness to find what we know, but rather to find what we do not know. – Jane Slade

A Not So Deeping Sky

A Not So Deeping Sky

I wouldn’t consider this a path to enlightenment, but it’s a path nonetheless. All we can do is close our eyes and listen as darkness descends and reminisce about singing all night for no other reason but love. We cannot … Continue reading

Invictus

Invictus

Out of the night that covers meBlack as the pit from pole to pole,I thank whatever gods may beFor my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance,I have not winced nor cried aloud.Under the bludgeonings of chanceMy head is … Continue reading

A Fragile Thing

A Fragile Thing

A rare moment of rest this little spark doesn’t sit for too long. Lately we’ve been ending our Indian summer nights by breaking a sweat. A girl “born from fire, sparks flying from the sun” with her fuchsia ball to … Continue reading

Now I’m Flying

Now I’m Flying

You leave sparkles everywhere you go. If no one is expressing this to you, sprinkle them somewhere else where they may see them come across like lighting through the night sky.