daedalae

My hope is that you will find yourself at that magical crossroads, the land of Hekátē, Where Transcendence, Inner Exploration and the Physic

I do not want to stop dreaming and living an enchanted life, full of promises and beauty and succulent affection for everything.

I am a Seeker, a Traveller, an Antevasín, a Woman of the Liminal Spaces. This is my peculiarity, my uniqueness.

Where water turns into sand where leaves meet air and where roots embrace soil. There, is where you will find me.

Who whispered to me that name? This cannot be just a coincidence.

I reached out a hand and touched him. He was warm. I could sense his breathing, almost as if it aligned with mine. My heartbeat with his.

This time I want to stay here and feel. This time I want to sit here and observe. I want to experience.

This is the time of the unseen, that mystical inner voice. This is the time to close my eyes and let go.

I am sick and tired of having people who provide explanations for their shortcomings and expect us to accept them as justification.

I also want to hope and be open to receiving the opportunities that come my way. I want to keep on trying leaning into the fear.

Reworking of my earliest versions of covers for my next two books? Take me down! Looking for shows and where to exhibit? Here is my neck!

Your dogmatic power is based on dominating and conquering, limiting and silencing. MY power is based on BEING.

If Earth doesn’t have a voice, I'll give her mine. Nature, in the end, is the largest temple. It is a meeting of hopes, fears and faith.

I want to talk to the waters, to share secrets with trees, to listen to the whispers of the wind, and to bathe in the wisdom of rain.

I need rain against the window to sleep, water on my skin to feel loved, feet in the sea to sense freedom.

I want a schedule where I look forward to coming back home. Because in my life most of the time coming back home was a dread.

I thought I needed to give her what I was missing. She was my Inner Child in the end. My supervisor told me to kill her. Kill the child.

... how a bag was always ready next to the entrance, just because... you never know. Well, we knew because we experienced earthquakes often.

There is an ancestral land flowing through my veins as threads. There is an ancestral home wedged in my heart.

This is what I do and not who I am. It took me 40 years! It took me 40 years to really see this thing!