Author Honey Badger

In the silence of night, I collapse beneath the weight, each breath a whisper, each heartbeat a reminder of shadows that linger, the echoes of a past, like a ghost that wraps around my chest, tightens its grip until the world blurs at the edges. 

In the depths of numbness, a soul starts to fade, Numbness a blanket, a darkness self-made.  Groping for feelings, a whisper, a sigh, Away from the stillness, to finally try. 

Onward to peace, a new day will come, Understanding dawns, chasing away the numb.  Never again will fear have such sway, Your spirit will soar, come what may. 

Tell me your worries, cast them like shadows, Every burden weighs heavy, it’s true, Let my ears be the refuge for your heart, Lay down your fears, allow them to undo. 

In the depths of shadows, I find my light, A whispering strength that ignites my fight. Moments of doubt may cloud my way, Nurturing hope with each passing day. Over the mountains of despair I climb, Tenderly woven with purpose and time. Boundless the spirit that lives in my soul, Resilient and fierce yet gentle and whole. Open to healing, I mend and I grow, Knowing each scar is a mark of my glow.

A stunning view of the full moon, capturing its detailed surface with visible craters and maria against the deep black sky. Waxing and...

Breathe deep, as the world slows its pace, Releasing the heaviness, letting it trace. Embrace the sensations, both tender and raw, Acknowledge the struggle, the silent heart's law. Take a moment to feel, let the emotions rise, Hold them close, under the vast, open skies. Every heartbeat tells stories of fear, Inhale the lessons, exhale the tear.

Rising up from the depths of despair, Enduring trials that seem too unfair.  Memories of battles we dared to fight, Mindset of champions, fueled by the light.  Beneath the pressure, we find our might, Every heartbeat echoes, ready to ignite.  Reclaiming our purpose, one step at a time,

In the quiet corners of our hearts, where the clock ticks softly, where shadows play their quiet games, there’s a door waiting, a door edged with frayed memories, hinges rusted with the weight of silenced thoughts. Open it, you tell yourself. But the room is a labyrinth of unspoken words, unvoiced fears, and the haunting echo of expectations that wrap around your shoulders like a shroud—a cloak of heavy fabric, threaded with the fabric of resilience,

But behold! The tide shifts, Clouds gathering ominously overhead, The laughter fades into hushed tones, As waves of sadness crash like thunder, Heavy, relentless— Rolling in with the weight of memories, Like driftwood strewn upon the shore, Haunted by whispers of what once was. 

Beyond the storm, fear curls along the coast, A shadowed wave, creeping slowly, Its form invisible, slippery like sand, Yet unmistakable when it kisses my feet— Cold and unwelcome, An icy grasp around the heart, Stirring doubts like pebbles turning in the surf, Each whisper, "What if? " a freeze-frame of despair. 

In the quiet hum of the late hour, the world drifts into an embrace of shadows, where echoes of laughter play hide and seek, where whispers of pain linger in corners, uninvited guests at the feast of my thoughts.  The moon, a silver watchful eye, bears witness to the unraveling of time. 

Ah, the Vagus, named for the wandering soul, Stretching from the brain, through the neck, Cascading down through the chest, into the depths, Whispering tales to the heart, the lungs, the gut, Connecting us all in the intricate dance of life, A river of healing flow, bridging body and spirit. 

Trust the process, they say As we navigate through life’s winding way A journey filled with twists and turns But through it all, our faith still burns We face challenges and obstacles But we must trust in the impossible For every trial has its purpose Guiding us towards our true purpose The road may be long and rough But we must stay strong, stay tough For every setback is just a test To see if we truly believe in our quest

When the bowls are finished, they are polished and bright, Their surfaces gleaming in the soft candlelight. Each one is unique, with its own special tone, A symphony of vibrations, a melody unknown.

The yoni is more than just flesh and bone, It’s a symbol of strength, a love all its own.  It carries the wisdom of ages unknown, A source of healing, a place to atone.  Her yoni whispers secrets of old, Tales of love, of magic untold.  It calls for healing, for light to be bold, To cleanse the darkness, to break the mold. 

I wandered far and wide, lost and alone Searching for something I could never own But now I see, the truth is clear I must come home, face my fears

Once, she had been a vibrant, spirited woman, her laughter as bright as the sun that warmed her skin. But the scars of her past had left her broken, her spirit shattered by the trauma that had consumed her. The nightmares that haunted her sleep were a constant reminder of the horrors she had endured, and the waking world offered little respite.

As I sat by the river's edge, I felt a presence, a silent pledge, A blue heron gliding through the air, A graceful dance, beyond compare.  Its elegant form, a sight to behold, A symbol of peace, ancient and old, I felt a connection, deep and true, As if it knew just what to do. 

Survivors of abuse have stories to tell, Of pain and suffering that they've held, In their hearts for far too long, It's time to listen to their song.  The scars they carry are not just skin deep, They run through their souls, causing them to weep, For the innocence lost, the trust betrayed, It's time to offer them our aid.