Blogging… Moonlight Shadows 6 Jun 202028 May 2020 I heard the full moon sing last night; songs of ancient paths, songs of distant dreams; and the wild spirit that remains in my heart unfolded to hear it. Like…
Blogging… Writer’s Block 28 May 202028 May 2020 I want to write something beautiful. Something that speaks to yearning; something that speaks to the yawning cavern, aching to be filled. I want to speak of the darkness of…
Blogging… Letting Lucy Go To Sleep 12 Mar 20207 Nov 2020 To live in this world, you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on…
Blogging… Winter Sun 13 Jan 20207 Nov 2020 Originally published on Anima Monday It’s always the strangest sensation. I look up from the 15-inch screen that has consumed my day, and remember that I exist in a physical…
Spirituality Harvest Moon 31 Oct 201922 Jun 2019 Come and lay with me, here in the amber leaves. Don't tell me anything. No whispers; no promises you want to keep and won't. Do not dare to name the…
Blogging… Memento Mori 28 Sep 201928 Sep 2019 Sometimes I think I would not mind, if this was it. Have I not lived a long life already; Have I not lived, and loved, as deeply as anyone hopes…
Spirituality The Shadow of Truth 15 Aug 201915 Aug 2019 When did my truth become my shadow? When it became a shroud I laid on others like a blanket - "I know who you really are." When I could no longer see…
Spirituality A Summer Storm 11 Jul 20199 Jul 2019 The skies opened in the early evening. I was folding my laundry, neatly; domestically. You should never put a window in the laundry room. Unexpectedly you will have to choose:…
Spirituality Scarlet Stars 9 Jul 201922 Jun 2019 There are two kinds of Knowing. Here is the first: When the marine layer is low, the amber streetlights refract in such a way that the white froth upon the…
Spirituality Ocean Soul 4 Jul 201922 Jun 2019 It was a half-moon last night, waxing. A friend and I went to the beach, to watch the white-tipped waves wash upon the sand. My friend pointed out the stone…
Shelley J. Reece 