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The Weaver

July 24, 2019July 24, 2019 ~ Sheia Fae ~ Leave a comment

I am careful, so careful, deliberate in every moment. I am instinct dancing, seemingly in the air, hanging by a thread. My actions are encoded in the finest hidden particles of my form, conducting my every delicate movement. My limbs shine in the sun as I dance my creation into being to nourish me, and … Continue reading The Weaver

Queen of Lines

July 18, 2019July 19, 2019 ~ Sheia Fae ~ Leave a comment

I approach the food bin next to the one she is pulling from and wait. Her head moves slowly to turn and look at me as if I am laying audacious claim to her territory and resources. Standing there with several inches between us the smell of entitlement is stronger than the smell of bacon. … Continue reading Queen of Lines

The Seeker

July 10, 2019July 10, 2019 ~ Sheia Fae ~ Leave a comment

Don’t mind me, I’m just surrendering being broken calling back all the fragments of me throughout space and time, all the pieces that got lost somewhere, stuck in shock, orphans in stasis, hungry for a mother in perpetual wonder of where they belong. I felt their search for millenia and even made it part of … Continue reading The Seeker

To Be Torn Open

July 3, 2019July 10, 2019 ~ Sheia Fae ~ Leave a comment

In the wreckage of my heart can I open anyway? In the disaster land of the aftermath of choices can I open anyway? In the rubble of decimated villages ravaged tribes pillaged body can I open anyway? Lying on the ground bleeding from takers conquering can I open anyway? Can I open to be torn … Continue reading To Be Torn Open

For Those in Cages

June 27, 2019July 10, 2019 ~ Sheia Fae ~ 2 Comments

I feel like a violator, an impostor here with my pale skin and privilege resting on stolen land. Adobe houses speckle the ground, as novelties for comfort and class. Red for the blood they cost to build, and orange for the dust of ancestor’s passions. Yellow for the sun, respect and reverence we can never … Continue reading For Those in Cages

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For Those Expanding

February 4, 2019July 10, 2019 ~ Sheia Fae ~ Leave a comment

Here is a Prayer, Intention, and a note of Appreciation. I am grateful for the tumbler of Temperance, who’s violence smooths out sharp edges to deliver me more and more gentle. I am grateful for Sensitivity, and for all who have the courage to embrace their Feeling Selves and listen to their hearts. And to … Continue reading For Those Expanding

Molting

February 2, 2019February 2, 2019 ~ Sheia Fae ~ Leave a comment

Sometimes I see forever before knowing if I can make it. Sometimes life falls apart like clumps of dirt held tightly in my hands. Will I be scattered on the wind this time, like the spokes of a wishflower? The force of air and spit from a mouth thrusting me into the unknown? Or will … Continue reading Molting

Winter’s Little Death

January 17, 2019January 17, 2019 ~ Sheia Fae ~ Leave a comment

The little deaths Winter brings; To ride them out 'til it's warm again, this is the task. The water is raging under this house on stilts. The rain is chipping away at all the vulnerable and thirsty things. Am I safe inside this box, kept warm by power that isn’t mine? Am I really secure … Continue reading Winter’s Little Death

The Sleepy Sun and Her Starry Friend

January 15, 2019January 15, 2019 ~ Sheia Fae ~ 2 Comments

I. The sun peeks through hazy sky and she looks beautiful in grey and gold. She is like that sun persisting through the blanket of clouds that threaten a distant storm but haven't gathered enough water yet, not today. She is not striving to rule the sky, and she can't see it yet, but she … Continue reading The Sleepy Sun and Her Starry Friend

The Night Queen in Daylight

December 27, 2018December 27, 2018 ~ Sheia Fae ~ Leave a comment

We try so hard to individuate, differentiate, emancipate. “Please don’t let me become like you,” we say. And she cuts her hair, like I did at twelve and sixteen, and so many more times to keep myself alone in my tower, and to scare away all the princes. Sometimes one is simply more comfortable with … Continue reading The Night Queen in Daylight

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