Four Oaks Sanctuary

I am not your reflection here to orbit, to reflect light, a chunk of stone hurled into the ether and caught like a milkweed puff in a spider’s web of stars....

Wild Roses There was a stand of wild roses thriving by the edge of the marsh, entwined with greenbrier and periwinkle someone had planted somewhere, years ago. Growing in the mulberry’s...

We did not fall with the Temple. We rose. We are the Rainbow Roses and in this naming we honor not only the Magdalene, not only the Holy Mother, but ourselves...

The roots thread the Earth, tree-veins, dormant In these winter months. Imbolc, the brief pause Between Inbreath and Outbreath, as the roots Feel the first tingle of Spring, feel the sap...