Revolution comes
in the silence
of the songwriters
and the slant
of the poets
Revolution comes
in the quiet conversation
and unity

We become change
when we change ourselves
the base status quo
within our powerful grasp

Revolution will come
through the lens of a camera
the gaze
of the masses
As they paint a new canvas
gesso over the ugliness

Starting anew

Bodies of Water

Stars stitch
A veil

A sky sea barrier

Shading blues

Into separation

The moon overcomes
a midnight power

Shaping the waters

We flow with the moon
glassine surfaces

Unfurling into the sky

A river moving

Kissed by the air

We are elemental
of the earth

Goddess born

From water and air
Stoking fires

We drift like smoke
to the heavens

Down the Rabbit Hole… #MondayBlogs

I spent my Monday in the company of monsters.

Monsters, demons, and beasts, to be exact.

My main character was chasing down a monster (for the good of humanity, of course) and she’s a descriptive type of woman.

Sleep may be far away tonight!

The first hint I get that someone will enjoy reading a book is when I get caught up in the writing of it. When I see the characters and the creatures (still shuddering) so clearly before me that they have a life of their own.

Writers create the many parallel universes that other writers once imagined on the page.

For every character and plotline, there is an entirely new world opening up and being born between the covers. It it vivid and alive, like any living and breathing creature is.

But today, it’s all about the monsters.

For instance, did you know that the Irish came up with vampires long before anyone else? No, no, not some Romanian thing. First of all, before Bram Stoker, the concept of the vampire was female. And she lived right in Ireland, seducing and draining men. (Because, why not?) This one wasn’t really to spooky in a post-Twilight, sparkly vampire world.

In Norway, it isn’t Sirens that cause shipwrecks. Nope. It’s a freaky, shipwrecked fisherman. He rides the waves and shrieks like a banshee. All who see him drown. They call him Draugen. Please don’t ask me how to pronounce that.

Chimera today means something that doesn’t exist. But this mixed up beast was a rampaging terror in Greek mythology. I suppose, with the lion, goat and snake mixture there really weren’t a lot of good-tempered moments for this one.

Chupacabra, ghouls, boogeymen and scary stories all come from some sort of social consciousness. Many are intended as cautionary tales or warnings to ensure good behavior, but what if?

Supernatural fiction is the rabbit hole that starts with the words, “what if” and only ends when the answer is found.

Happy Monday, and blessings to you all!

Friday Philosophy…Astral Projection

It’s Friday the 13th, so let’s take our topics in a different direction! Why not?!

Astral projection is the ability to travel, projecting the self through space from one place to the next with nothing more than the power of the mind.

Imagine how much we could all save on travel expenses! ๐Ÿ™‚

“A good traveler is one who knows how to travel with the mind.” ~ Michael Bassey Johnson

“Your belief will create the reality.” ~ Erin Pavlina

โ€œThe mind and the spirit can be detached from the physical body in deep meditation. Once the mind and spirit get detached from the physical body, the inner process of life becomes clear to you.โ€ ~ Roshan Sharma

“I am more than my physical body.” ~ Robert Monroe

“Unlike flying or astral projection, walking through walls is an earthbound pursuit.” ~ Chris Rock

Happy Friday! Blessings! Never give up…


beyond perception
just a moment
of movement
and the world
is realigned
we shift
from solid
to unstable
and cling
to ledges that crumble

is a dream
from childhood
left behind
with invincibility
and superstardom
as we step
onto a stage
that will not be still
to stay on balance


We do not lie down
to be trod upon

We do not wear our skin
for the liking of others

We do not swallow words
to avoid discord

We stand
We speak
We occupy
our space in this world

We learn
against the stream
with a tidal rage
we push
to care for ourselves
to nurture
to accept
to love these bodies

Despite the endless messages
telling us
“you are not enough.”

And this moment
for each woman
becomes motion
and that motion
becomes a movement
until each day
is a march
towards progress

No longer one woman’s voice
speaking out
in isolation

Warrior True

She speaks a sword
and slays dragons
with a gaze

A woman with
power remembered
cradling universes

Her voice
is her armor
her bearing its own shield

A stride
meant for battlefields
and a song to rally troops

Defeat does not exist
for the warrior
who holds fast

True to herself
she will always rise