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icon inspired by book title: When Women Were Birds
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I feel her presence.
And yet, I don’t know what to make of her. I find myself so drawn in by her strength, her expanse, her bird-meets-woman-meets-sky. She is wild and grounded into her animal body. She is sacred meets fleeting; she is here now gone.
I am enchanted by the possibility of women being something completely other than what history has told me.
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oh sweet Janae, I’ve been on vacation. and thinking of you, i kept meaning to write and got side tracked. soon. promise. loving on you and all your truth turned beauty.
“all your truth turned beauty”
wow, what a spectacular way to paint my living.
thank you, dear friend. xo
this book keeps showing itself to me….
I love the title alone…it holds so much possibility
free flight…imagine
your image…again…is stunningly beautiful Janae
wow
it literally takes my breath away
I can stare at it for hours
we can all fly
this I believe to be true
thank you for this today
love and light
I’m undone by the title, truly and seriously flattened.
It gives me more hope and speaks of such {as you said} possibility. I love to think of uncovering a deep, rich history of the women before us.
Anything and everything feels possible.
xo
i wanted to revisit you tonight and let these words wash over me, rinsing the day’s dust from my soul.
I am sitting with the hope in your words. The invitation and invocation. The mystery. I crave more of this, i NEED more of this tantalizing enchantment of yours that haunts me now. i want to take it in both of my hands and gaze at it fiercely, lovingly, desperately, soaking every possible nuance of it into my skin. what is it? what? what is the other that we are, the other which has been hidden from us? and this is about She, too, my soul knows….
soul sigh….
I love and appreciate every word you wrote. It is raw desire, which is so refreshing to read.
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She is before, now, and after.
My prayer is that we find a way to live Her now.
<3
echo an amen