“I write in order to capture these fleeting moments. String them into sentences and freeze time. Like an immortal homage to this fickle life. A memorial of what once was, and will always be.”
– Hera Morgan
IMBOLC
February 1, 2023 we honor Imbolc as part of the Medicine Wheel of the Year. Imbolc is such a beautiful time of year. Honoring the wheel of the year allows for a deeper and more meaningful way of living. It is also a cyclical way to traverse time here on the earth. As a woman…
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All Things Become Possible
Sitting in circle with Women is healing on a cellular level. It is foreign, yet familiar. It brings us back into a frequency that allows us to remember how it was before the patriarchy divided us. Before they isolated and separated us from each other and our collective power. When Women gather, healing is inevitable.…
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Inanna
I stood on the edge staring down into the dark murky water. Fear rising in my belly. Surely nothing good would be awaiting me at the bottom. My mind confirmed these thoughts. Urging me to look up instead of down. Trying incessantly to get me to step away from the edge. My mind wants me…
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Like the Wind
Like the wind I can change directions Free to make my choices Autonomous in my beliefs. Like the wind I am free flowing Moving with the tides of my body Cyclical in my ways. Like the wind I whisper my desires Allow them to take flight Watching in awe of their courage. Like the wind…
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Come Back
We are complex beings full of emotion, full of feelings, and brimming with innate intelligence. And yet, we are so distracted by this external world, we consistently give away our power. We willingly hand it over to some higher authority, Some figure outside of ourselves. Come back. Back to the delicate whispers, back to the…
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Hera Morgan
Why am I here? Why create a website and a blog? I wanted to carve out a piece of the internet that was just for me. A place for creative expression without bounds. And to be quite honest, social media was feeling too heavy of a place for me to be. It overwhelmed me. The…
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Autumn
Autumn is a living prayer And a beautiful metaphor. She whispers, Remember to die. Let others gasp at your beauty As you fall back to earth. Allow the shell of who you were To decompose on the forest floor. Remember to die, So you can be reborn. Again and again. Find yourself in the flowers…
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