Journal

Metamorphosis

She feels her kinship with the land take on a new energy, a pull from the belly, ancient bedrock’s call.   Her feet become deep roots thirsty for soil, her legs stems of a sunflower, spine the trunk of a mighty oak.   Reaching arms of lavender lilac branches around the sun, she blooms like … Continue reading Metamorphosis

Vanishing Acts

I see that I have lost myself in the roles I was playing. Rather than being channels for life, they became my life. They became my security and my identity.  When I stripped them, I felt like nothing. The roles became my worth. As they moved, changed, disappeared, I did, too. -Paula D’arcy Have you … Continue reading Vanishing Acts