Ever suddenly been moved to tears and not know why? These tears you weep, from way down deep...…
See with the eyes that allow you to open your mind, feel with your whole heart, and sense with your entire body. — Magic of the Aspen Tree Crested Butte, CO Summer 2017
Guest Poetess & Wild Wanderess, Gwenivere Weiss shares a passionate poem hot of her poetic presses.
You stood before me, held my hands in yours truly. You spoke with an unwavering faith in WE...
Winter is the womb where Spring finds the room, to give way to Summer where she is in full bloom. Then falls into Autumn like the leaves to their resting tomb. Home again. We find ourselves. In the deep Winter of our womb.
Guest Writer This Week! Featuring a poem about women who not only run with wolves, they dance.
To those who dare to wander and find, your truth to no longer feel hopelessly blind.
I feel my heart bleed, and contract indeed, my body cries for my soul to keep, and before I lay me down to weep, and crawl, yet again, beneath my sheets, to simply fall fast asleep, never to wake again, but be left to finally rest in peace, I kneel down upon my knees, not … Continue reading Need to Know-A Letter from Depression
She feels between-the-lines, of what others do not express. She reads between-the-wines, for what goes unexpressed. She's a feeler of the world, filled with the wealth of inner success.