A piece of poetry in honor of the godess of the night, the moon.
"In my opinion, no one in the medical profession has reached infinity of thought. No one can claim authority over another's right to heal. By using herbs to heal, the very plants we walk alongside on the earth, we not only create empowerment within ourselves, but also identify and connect with dis-ease, allow it a swiffer passage for greater healing to be made".
Niki Senior - Master Herbalist. Excerpt from Journal Two, 2005.”
― Niki J. Senior
All in Poetry
A piece of poetry in honor of the godess of the night, the moon.
My temporary farewell to my dad.
RIP Jeffery Eugene Grimwood, August 22nd, 1968 - May 3rd 2018.
You are deeply missed.
A running thought from a women who lost herself in the mists of lust, finding herself trapped.
A piece for my dad, who passed away May 3rd 2018. I miss him dearly and here I am sharing a piece of my soul. Enjoy.