Confession: I am divine and I am human. I am all of it. I am woman. I am little girl. I am sex. I am purity. I am none of it. I am infinite in finite envelopes with names and places assigned.
But what is my address? Who do you address in this dress, these shoes that stumble that sparkle that carry me home somehow, again, awake and wanting him and Him, human...
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Musings of an Awakening Spirit |
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Stories, poetry & general musings of Rebecca Haywood, a modern-day Shaman with a penchant for bringing the divine into the human experience. |
The moon has been showing a sliver of a smile—crooked, like she’s up to some mischief. So I thought it time to share another side of my death process—the lighter side of the dark side—and the laughter that often joins my tears in a full-bellied, full spectrum rainbow of emotions. Death can offer quite the feast if we let Her and She has a great sense of humor—one that, like most comedy, bares...
I used to think that in order for my prayers to be effective, they required absolute faith. I had spent years overcoming the voices of doubt and mastering the embodiment of faith that I witnessed flowing so effortlessly from my teacher, Mother Sarita. When she prayed, her words were like a pointed arrow, piercing its target without even a hesitation of doubt. I mimicked her energy until I too found its force moving...