Morning milking

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Photo Credit: Caleb Snobl The sweet smell of warm milk mingles with the sharpness of manure and straw. The damp earth releases moisture as my feet press into it. The quiet around me is dotted with notes of songbirds calling out to one another. The air is usually cool, but today it is more…

Wendy

Knowing Woman, lover, friend. Moon child, Mother, healer, midwife, servant to both life and death; offering myself the opportunity for rebirth. And so when I forget, all I need do is look inward, offer my open heart and hands as I remember that I belong, a wanted granddaughter of the moon, a needed woman, a worthy woman, a called to service woman, asked to step into my True Self, honor my truth, my lineage, my courage, my heart, remembering fully who I am.

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