Soulmates
Soulmates are more than romantic connection — there are two different types: transformational and transmutational.
Sacred Sexuality
This is the central page for all the writing on my website about Sacred Sexuality!
Open Door
Open Door: every now and then my muse pushes me poetically — much as what happened when I penned this piece.
When Men Are Pigs
When men are pigs, what choice do women have? There are many choices including oinking back. For me, I know that often my choice has been to let go of myself so that I can keep some semblance of a man/pig in my life and doing so without acknowledging or confronting the lousy choice I just made for me.
God to My Goddess
God to My Goddess is one of a series of poems that I have written about sacred relationship. There is a give and take which is important within authentic connection between lovers. We anticipate our best at the same time we consider our worth and our ability to show up as the partner we hope is desired and enjoyed.
Your Bags Came Packed
Your Bags Came Packed is a poem I wrote when I thought about what would happen when someone showed up at my door with bags filled with possibilities.
Holding Still, Diamond Reflection
The holding still while staying open is incredibly difficult. I wake to feel kisses on the back of my neck and the warm breath of Him. But this is a Him that has not yet physically appeared in my life.
Dating Rumi in the Kitchen
Dating Rumi in the Kitchen is a cross between my love of the poet Rumi and my dating life — both about sacred relationship.
Strong and Smart
A woman fully in the strength of her being is beauty incarnate. She dances with grace. She smiles easily and playfully. She moves in quiet, intentional movement, freely. She acknowledges her challenges and lives with heart. Her life exists in peace, in vulnerability, and in balance. She learns, grows and expands within the amazing infinity …
Creeping White Lies
Have you ever had a profound moment of clarity squeeze through in just one heart beat? The kind of instant awareness in which something gnawing at you breaks free and springs into your consciousness without warning?
Sixty-Eight Days into a New Life
Hindsight may be 20-20 but sixty-eight days into a new life, I stop to think of words from the past.