Two years after Singing through my Wolf Bones comes a sequel (of sorts) in poetry and prose.
Each piece is a further discovery into the deeper self, the Wild Woman; what makes us human (and what doesn't), and all the ways we heal along the way. Recognizing our connection with nature reaches deep into our veins, we create roots like a tree. Building a home, finding peace and love, finding joy after trauma is never easy. Healing to allow the joy in, to surrender to the light. This is what exists within MoonSpeak.
The healing journey is never fully over, though we remain whole despite our phases.
The indigo tides come to sweep us away, pull us under, disappear us, disorient our reality... they come to question our identity, our paths.
Two years after Singing through my Wolf Bones comes a sequel (of sorts) in poetry and prose.
Each piece is a further discovery into the deeper self, the Wild Woman; what makes us human (and what doesn't), and all the ways we heal along the way. Recognizing our connection with nature reaches deep into our veins, we create roots like a tree. Building a home, finding peace and love, finding joy after trauma is never easy. Healing to allow the joy in, to surrender to the light. This is what exists within MoonSpeak.
The healing journey is never fully over, though we remain whole despite our phases.
The indigo tides come to sweep us away, pull us under, disappear us, disorient our reality... they come to question our identity, our paths.
Two years after Singing through my Wolf Bones comes a sequel (of sorts) in poetry and prose.
Each piece is a further discovery into the deeper self, the Wild Woman; what makes us human (and what doesn't), and all the ways we heal along the way. Recognizing our connection with nature reaches deep into our veins, we create roots like a tree. Building a home, finding peace and love, finding joy after trauma is never easy. Healing to allow the joy in, to surrender to the light. This is what exists within MoonSpeak.
The healing journey is never fully over, though we remain whole despite our phases.
The indigo tides come to sweep us away, pull us under, disappear us, disorient our reality... they come to question our identity, our paths.
