Gathering Faith [A Poetic Take]

I sit here next to a big tree with white flowers just past their blooming stage. The tree buzzes with bees and wasps and a bird sits inside, singing a long song. For a week or so, I feel like I’ve been in a cave of sorts. Quiet, buried, still. I tried not to speakContinue reading “Gathering Faith [A Poetic Take]”

Spirit is Nameless [Channeling 101]

I was free. I relaxed into this like I was weightless on the surface of that same sea. I let my arms and legs open widely as I let go, throwing myself backward into the metaphysical waters of this space.