*arrives At Poetry Reading* Hi…where Do The Muses Sit?

“It was a fine night early in April. A myriad stars mingling with the light of a sickle moon,”

— Virginia Woolf, from The Complete Works; “Orlando: A Biography,”

some days all you need is to sit alone watching the sunset and feeling the breeze on your skin, and your heart heals a little

“She is the keeper of the soul. She is the soul-maker, the wolf-raiser, the keeper of things wild.”

— Clarissa Pinkola Estés, from  “Women who Run with the Wolves,” c. 1992

“Everything is change, he said, and everything is connected. Also everything returns, but what returns is not what went away.”

— Louise Gluck, from “Denial of Death” featured in Winter Recipes from the Collective: Poems

*sips chocolate milk in a really cool, mysterious way*

“Flowers were her natural allies, like trees, fruit and animals—everything that grows, sways in the wind, bites and hides. She was one of them, on their side.”

— Violet Trefusis, from Broderie Anglaise

changing every “i should have known better” to “i know better now”. i will not judge past versions of me through the lens of who i am now.

the other half of my heart, my pretty fawn, my soulmate. ⭐

Another spooky birthday with my soulmate 🦋