Wild Woman

I am a wild woman baring my feet in the foam of the seas, living on the creative edge where ideas pop and imagination whirs; where the flow of the Spirit leads me into shadows, holds my hand while I make peace with the beast within, learn from the dragon, sit with evil, befriend the enemy. I am the untamable, angered by tragedy, desiring love, confused by my knowing and lack of follow through; bewildered by the unknown, hanging onto questions. I am encouraged by 
other wild spirits to keep voicing, creating, living. I move forth to leave a footprint…

Celebrating the Feminine

In eighth grade, I received the Social Studies award at our Middle School Moving Up ceremony. I’m not sure how this happened. My male teacher spoke in a dry, monotone voice and our class spent most of the time reading from the text book. For me, it was the epitome of a boring class. However, I was compliant, did my homework and studied for tests. Maybe among my peer group who pushed boundaries, a tame student was all my teacher was looking for. If he only knew I spent most of my time daydreaming! When I got to college, I…