We Have Come to Be Danced by Jewel Mathieson

We have come to be danced Not the pretty dance Not the pretty pretty, pick me, pick me dance But the claw our way back into the belly Of the sacred, sensual animal dance The unhinged, unplugged, cat is out of its box dance The holding the precious moment in the palms...

An Embrace from Mother Earth

“We were once enwombed in the earth and the silence of the body remembers that dark, inner longing. “ “Fashioned from clay, we carry the memory of the earth. Ancient, forgotten things stir within our hearts, memories from the time before the mind was born.” “Within us...