For a long period of my life I worked in busy office environment... I was tied up in a world that didn't see beyond the factual and the material. At first it was fun, then it was a necessity, and then it became a burden I had to shed. But before I let it go completely I tried to make peace with it, looking for evidence of the beauty that I felt must surely exist in every part of existence. Although there was much about it to appreciate and feel grateful for, there were still days when it felt as if I was slowly dying... Trapped These feet that should be dancing, Stuck in heels. These hands that should be clapping, Typing keys. This face that should be Lost in ecstasy Gazing at the divine Is frowning at a machine. There is beauty in all you create, My Beloved, But how do I find it here? ~ Freya Watson : Author, lover, mother, mystic... I have feet in so many worlds but see all of them as sacred an...
Women's Spiritual Poetry