Tag: Wisdom

Once upon a time, before fear got tangled up with faith and folks started hollering louder than they listened, the world was watched over by keepers. Not kings.Not devils.Guardians. Every people knew them, even if we called them different names.Some said Watchers.Some said dragons sleeping under mountains.Some said Green Man, Wild Man, little people, or…

I no longer allow the dilution of my spirit by fear-based systems or borrowed beliefs. I refuse to let old programming encapsulate my soul or shrink my knowing. She is free now — free to roam this life guided by intuition, unburdened by voices that once tried to still her heart, quiet her tongue, or…

What if truth is actually perspective? Then truth ain’t a single straight fence line running across the field.It’s more like a quilt —same scraps, different hands, different stitches,different reasons for where the seam turns. If truth were only one rigid thing, it would break people.Perspective is the mercy that lets truth be heldwithout shattering the…

Long before Christmas had a name, there was Mother’s Eve—the night before the Winter Solstice, when women tended the hearth and listened close. It was the eve of the longest night, when the dark reached its full stretch and then, without fanfare, began to loosen its grip. Mothers knew this turning by feel, not by…

Something woke me this morning. Intuition was telling me to go to the greenhouse. So I put my coat on, loaded my pockets and grabbed my cup of coffee. I started up the kerosene heater, turned on some music and sat in my comfy chair with a blanket tossed across my lap. That’s when the…

These days, when I step out on my porch at night, somethin’ in the world feels different — cleaner, clearer, like the lights have been turned on in a place that shouldn’t even have switches.The stars look brighter.The leaves tell on whatever walks the forest.But the strangest part?I ain’t afraid.I ain’t even watchful.I’m just… awake.Not…

I used to think life had a finish line—somewhere I’d finally arrive, all wise and steady. Turns out, it’s a spiral, not a road. I keep circling the same lessons till they soften and let go. Even the pinecone’s been trying to teach me that much. I’ve sat with the dying and felt the air…

I’ve been walking with my higher self so long I didn’t even know she had such a name. Folks talk about meeting her through meditation or some fancy ceremony. Me? I just listen. Darlin, we’re talking about your soul. She’s the voice that hums when the world goes still—the knowing that shows me which cabinet…

There are moments at the edge of life where the air itself holds its breath. I stood in that hush, listening to a heart beat its very last note. Not a grand sound—just a soft, steady punctuation at the end of a long sentence. Afterward, a lightness filled the room. Not the fluorescent kind. Something…