Just A Red Door
The morning sun peaked through the corner of the blackened shade. Her evening dreams shifted to lucidity. Was she just on a train or was one flying by only blocks away?
You feel it
The collective is out of balance
The masculine and feminine energies are at war
We know within
Union is the way
Yet wisdom knows that where there is war there is no peace.
And so the crows cawed
They swirled and swarmed
until my fingers became their talons
and my wings turned
On the day before August's full moon ~ "When all things ripen" ~ Emerge from your cocoon and invite the spreading of your transformed butterfly wings.
International yoga instructor, Shamanic Practitioner, life coach, and more!