There is no place so awake and alive as the edge of becoming. But more than that, birthing the kind of woman who can authentically say, 'My soul is my own,' and then embody it in her life, her spirituality, and her community is worth the risk and hardship.

Place a beehive on my grave And let the honey soak through. When I'm dead and gone, That's what I want from you. The streets of heaven are gold and sunny, But I'll stick with my plot and a pot of honey. Place a beehive on my grave And let the honey soak through.

A lot of time you write out of some unconscious place. I try to trust what is coming and where it wants to take me.

She didn't even know how dangerous the truth could be, all the tiny, shattering seeds it carried.

... in the end, Goddess is just a word. It simply means the divine in female form.

We become what we pay attention to.

It's your time to live, don't mess it up.