What I did to stop the progression of covid symptoms unvaccinated in 2 days as a former nutritionist, massage therapist, organic farm docent and witch who organizes other witches with the blessings of

I would like to thank Liberty Adam's for this prompt. I give you "Ladies First-Left edition", a short story I'm working on. When punk rock Lisa rescues proud boy Joe from a post Trump rally riot

First off, my mother, the woman who gave birth to me, is a FRATERNAL twin. Looks and acts nothing like her fraternal twin. Ok. So, I got a DNA test. Turns out I am genetically my aunt's daughter. My mother's

Magical places call you. One doesn’t exactly arrive, the air just starts to change. Light dances through branches, birds flutter by happily, life radiates. The road to healing often leads to a happy home

Sometimes being psychic happens in a very specific way or situation. One of the most pleasant is babies. For some reason my subconscious not only picks up on it but my mouth spits it out, while it is still

So, I was reading tarot and smudging at the artesian well with some healers. A homeless couple comes up to me and asks for a reading. They are so small from malnourishment and neglect. As I begin to read

In the beginning was nothing. A great emptiness even darkness sky stars and earth were born from it. All comes from and returns to her. The womb and torus of life. In the beginning was not the word was

I closed my eyes and a flash of light A flaming ring opened my second sight A feeling of calm washed over me Then I saw that which can never been seen How do I paint a picture with words That speaks of

So I was at this indigenous conference with a friend. The speaker was phenomenal. A native neuroscientist that intersects with food sovereignty and health. Good stuff. It was a normal evening. Then the

So I met this guy years ago named Alex. Short for Alejandro. A unique character. A Syrian Mexican construction worker just back from Micronesia. That's a mouthful. So, we were watching a movie relaxed

Growing up mostly unplugged was quiet. Books, boardgames, cards, and my grammas defined my early childhood. In church with one, in the kitchen with the other, both loved books. Many hours were spent in

I remember clearly living in Iowa as a small child. Our neighbor was my mom's friends grandma. She was a sweet old lady. Her house was two stories, white, with two windows facing the street and a large

Poetry Harmony oneness