I was inspired to put this together by Going With Grace (https://goingwithgrace.com/) where I am currently enrolled in their Doula training program.
Don’t worry. I’m not giving up this site. I love you too much to do that to you. What I am building is a business. Let me know what you think by perusing the site. Much love, Mare
anointed my skin
fragrant with absolution
My blood baptized
in the cistern of love
Forgiven to be human
The elation of redemption
damp against my brow
Dancing in broad circles
Breathless with abandon
the release of blissful beauty
There is a man clinging to life but not long for this world.
His bones are resting heavy
as his skin becomes mottled
His breath labored
His jaw slack
His hands are loose fists.
The moaning has stopped
Ragged breath in
There is no movement
He has been released
Written on lightoflove.net
Some days it’s all I can do to get out of bed
Some days my body reminds me I’m morbidly obese
Some days I try so hard to adult and still fail
Some days I am invincible while being invisible
Some days I fight so hard to love myself
Some days I am most gentle with the me you see
Some day, always someday, I will be fully humanity
There once was sunshine
simply because you existed
But now the mirrors are covered
clocks stopped of chime
Proclaiming with black-gloved hands
that you had ‘Stepped out of time’
Singularly, I weep oceans
quaking with the tide’s climb
going through the motions
the consecration of your shrine.
Written by: Faun Andrews, Imagination Extraordinaire!
Prayer to Our Lady of Tie Dye
O Lady of tie dye, be with us in times of insipidness, for all your rainbow disarray and paths of absurdity. Saint Kristi who with joyous cacophony, left the world full of love and laughter, grant unto us the power to yeet the things we can, the light heartedness to cackle at the things we can’t, and the wisdom to “Clam Down” when presented with another person’s monkeys. Through the intercessions of Saint Kristi, watchful sister, protect us from taking the world too seriously, and bring us safely back to our artist’s studio
Prismatic energy circulates around her like a dervish
She was a breath of fresh air relieving the stagnant
her colorful soul splashed my world impressionistic
Even with her spirit mortally wounded
I feel profoundly lonely after her departure.
As if my breath had been sucked from my lungs.
You are cherished beyond measure.
Each moment lived shines a treasure
Each breath given emboldens truth.
Honor and love have both been accommodated
Once one spirit has become two
without exception both have been satiated
I can breathe again, I set down my roots
deep into the earth until my fingernails are soiled
with dirt, bones, blood, tears; all tributes
to the courage I must engage for I am despoiled
But to breathe again the air of freedom wild
To eclipse the darkness with the light
deeply engrained fears; reconciled
I am blessed with wisdom despite
the depth of love’s been bridal-ed
but the groom had left the stable
the devil’s hands are idled
divorced/split; the legendary fable