Dark street, not enough lights.
Keep your wits bright!
She’s been sitting a while, patiently waiting.
Clock Out. Keys Out. Put a lid on it.
ON! The headlight illuminates the dark street.
Her heartbeat is quick, air and fuel mixing up a steady rhythm.
Broadway’s dark at night. Uptown is only a state of mind despite those signs.
We’re downtown and it’s dark.
She’s ready to move with alacrity.
Tempo and temperature are right.
She’s grooving into the night!
As the days get short and nights get long I find myself riding home in the dark. There is a calm yet sharp feeling about the city of Oakland at night. My daily commute takes me downtown. Smashed windows, stolen bicycles, and occasional arson occur. It’s a big city. I keep my wits about me. I feel safe and empowered firing up my bike each night. So, I wrote her a poem. Originally posted on my Raven Rova blog. …
I wrote this story a around the vernal equinox. A energy rich time for change. A variation (with a yoga lesson) has been published on a couple other blogs. We’ll continue with Mother Ocean later…don’t worry! Without further adieu…
My marriage to my Soulmate, *The Knight of Swords was in danger of ending. I was in shock. Facing the reality was RAW, like a hunk of meat slapped on the counter. We had both become addicted to cannabis; it has caused us deep harm. The plant was no longer medicine. Our deep, energetic connection was severed, in a fog.
Still, my heart and soul vibrated with hope and love. I dove into my yoga, spiritual practice. …
So I had grand plans to release these stories several weeks ago. My autoimmune condition flared up, and a few things had to be put on hold. We keep on swimming. Now back to the stories….
…the rip current had pulled me under the waves. I kept on breathing and swimming parallel to the shore….
On the Northern border of California there is a powerful place where waters of the world meet.
The Klamath River merges with the Pacific Ocean on the ancient, sacred lands of the Klamath people. The beach is public. The lands adjacent to the beach are sacred and protected. You don’t need a sign to feel that power and respect the boundary with awe. …
Have you ever stood at the feet of Mother Ocean and asked for her help ?
I have, many times.
She always answers.
Yes, I believe there is a divine feminine force; for me that is our Mother Ocean.
We can predict the tides, yet we never know how strong the current will pull until you’re undertow…
In October 2017 I had left a toxic job. It was bad. It made me physically sick, I was having panic attacks (yes, those are real). Employees were degraded, called idiots, yelled at and then finally my pay was withheld! AND I was nearly creamed by a car riding my bicycle home, resulting in an excruciating ankle sprain! I remember during the last couple weeks, I was at my desk with my foot propped up, and an ice pack. I was working hard and fast on a UI/UX design and testing deadline for our international team. I had been the first person in the office that day, and was enjoying the quiet. My ankle was slathered with arnica, and caressed in an orthotic compression bandage. With ice on top. My boss just came over and started yelling at me, telling me what I was doing was wrong…and that I needed to go cover the front desk duties too! I literally couldn’t walk to the front desk fast enough to pick up the phone. …
In the last 40 days I experienced a profound spiritual re-awakening. The way the timing aligned with the Vernal Equinox, Lent, Passover, Easter and the full moon was a root shaking experience.
My marriage was almost destroyed because my soulmate and I had been habitually abusing marijuana. The truth is, we both underwent a powerful transformation in the past year. The problem was, we were in such a deep fog that we could not communicate with each other! The disharmony lead to harm. The harm lead to a painful wake up call! Through this pain, I have transformed. It’s not the first time pain as been the catalyst in my life. Still, this re-ignited my expressive, true voice. Music, art, dance and herbalism are my healing arts. Since I have surrendered and reached a new phase of truth; stories are coming back to me. I wake up with the words on my lips, the words flowing like never before! …