"And the trouble is, if you don't risk anything, you risk even more." Erica Jong
“Her pleasure in the walk must arise from the exercise and the day, from the view of the last smiles of the year upon the tawny leaves and withered hedges, and from repeating to herself some few of the thousand poetical descriptions extant of autumn--that season of peculiar and inexhaustible influence on the mind of taste and tenderness--that season which has drawn from every poet worthy of being read some attempt at description, or some lines of feeling.” Jane Austen
“A bird doesn't sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song.” Maya Angelou
I have no answers. Just songs. I want to walk. Bake cookies. Feel my body again. I can already feel the rain kissing me, gathering at my feet as I sweat and move.
Trust in the lift of more than can be held.
Circle with the ones who want to sing.
Change it. Love the foundation.
Trust it. Revere space.
Let it be sacred. Open Sunday 1-4. Really be there.
And let the rain adore each part of the woman who makes up me.
I'm changing it all. For 6 months the only way to work with me in a live group will be in the Magic Making Circle. I want to really be there. And adore and sing and cherish.
There are still a few days left to join and open and let it be sacred as the rain kisses you.