A message from an Ancestor, Getting Published, and Offering my Gifts of Counseling

It is snowing here today in Longmont, Colorado... a beautiful dry snow that's blowing in from all directions.  I was feeling a bit more energy after the New Year, and the past few days have had me remembering the benefit in taking my time.  Just the other day I was sitting on my bed on a pillow meditating, and received a message from an ancestor. This ancestor gave me a message that was much needed: "It's not about the achievement, its about being on your journey and living your life in joy."  This was such an important reminder to slow down, and enjoy the process of everything in my life!  I can sometimes be so excited about the outcome that I focus intently on my end result, and can forget that the point is the journey.  So I've been working on balancing work with joy, even in the moments between writing this blog post, and making phone calls to pay bills.  It's as easy as taking my time to breathe mindfully, and enjoy my surroundings and the feeling of having a body!    

"This ancestor gave me a message that was much needed: 'It's not about the achievement, its about being on your journey and living your life in joy.' "

So, with that reminder to breathe and enjoy....I am very excited to share some news!  Owl Tree Press, an Occult Literary Magazine, published three of my poems in their Winter Solstice issue!  They are based in Seattle, and are releasing online issues featuring magically inclined artists and poets on the equinoxes and solstices.  Brilliant way to release a magazine in my opinion.  I am so honored they decided to publish me, and excited to be connected with them now.  My three poems are down at the bottom, and I suggest going to check out their Issue 01 ASAP Here. 

Also!  I know I've been talking about my poetry book Moon Studies quite a bit.  For those of you who don't know, it is a coffee table poetry book about Magic, Love, Sex, Death and a recollection of my 20's in poetry. I pair my poetry with gorgeous photographs by Jasmine Amara Beaghler, an incredibly magical photographer who lives in Bishop, California.  (See her work here http://www.jasmineamara.com/ ) I can't wait to share some photos of the book with everyone VERY soon!  I am waiting on my book to arrive in the mail to have a few last folks edit it...and then...I will be launching a pre-ordering campaign!  Folks will be able to purchase the book ahead of time, and I will have them printed and send them to your doorstep.  If you want to know when I will launch this pre-order campaign visit my page for poetry and sign up to get your Free special monthly poem. 
(You can do that Here.)

The last thing I want to share is that I am now offering my Counseling Services for a wider audience.  I have been sharing my counseling services with my immediate community for the past few years, and have been studying and honing my skills for the past 9 years.  I use my Psychic Awareness and Intuition paired with simple tools that assist in reaching your goals.  My passion is to teach you how to be your best healer.  I have more about my services on this page, so take a look and let me know if you'd like a FREE 20 minute consultation.  I am offering sessions on Skype or in person.  

Now, please, enjoy some poems that were published in Owl Tree Press!  And remember to sign up for your Free Monthly poem here!

My Old Friend
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Old crone spindle fingers
flicks her nail cross the string.
Wonder when she wants to pluck it,
will I hear the toll bell ring?

Will I look across the river,
Hear the fog come full and thick?
Know the night pulls covers over,
will it have its one last trick?

Will the end look through my window Beckon soft, come follow near?
Chanting mantras.
Calling birdsong.
Just a friend, nothing to fear.

When I pull this old tight shoe off,
Magic rush.
Rush, flood,  
so full.
Crone will hold my hand and guide me
No, she will not have to pull.  



When the Time Comes, For it Definitely Will

Coming to the path
of The Beyond we can feel
that She is waiting for us.  

Surrendering to Her grasp
is no small task.
We will become the next form
without the hold on this life,
this stuff, these people, these loves,
 my house, my feet, my shoes.

My. Mine.

We will all get to
go beyond the individual,
let the personal transcend the everything  
and go back to the oneness.


The oneness more vast
than we ever could have imagined.


Marina Valentina

She is muse and She is maker
She is pen and She is paper
Her life pulses living proof
that magic lives
amongst the pavement

Her van is where She dwells
amongst the witches and the painters
Her life the chapel of songs to pray
Her heart woven tapestry
of threads unfrayed

She sees beyond stars
but with the angels she stays
in the city is where She is made

She, the expression
of Goddess creates
a being so tender
we cannot look away
a being so soulful
She dances night down the lane
singing up the sun
as we bow to say

You are the spark, the creatrix of play
lead us to the clouds
or lead us astray

We will follow the beauty
in what You choose to make
for You are the artist
the brush and the paint
the canvas the easel
the colors and grays
thank you for being
I've come here to say
You inspire creation
within me today

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