We locked up our wisdom into our bones And swallowed the key They sank in our rivers of blood And we forget the maps Because

In stillness I am born

In the stillness I dance In the stillness I find myself In the stillness I dive deep into my heart, myself, my own divinity I

Deep in the belly of woman

Art: Andrew Trimmer Older musings Deep in the belly of woman’s wisdom lies the seed of all knowing. The seed which when cultivated and nourished

Please may I be good enough….

PLEASE MAY THIS BE GOOD ENOUGH….. Golly the process of writing academically, or potentially any form of ‘putting yourself out there’ be it body, voice,

How you do money…

May 2017 Finding myself feel quite heated this morning from a few things over the last few weeks. I guess I will be opening myself

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