Jennifer Lynn

1 month ago | medium.com | Jennifer Lynn

The Moon Goddess is a satellite of Loving energies. She is known for her Femininity and graces us with Love and Wisdom. “Grow the garden” she whispers in the night breeze. Come to me. See how I mirror your shimmery Light from Mother Earth. She is waiting for you. She has a secret for you if you Listen. Grow my garden. Come to me, I’m Always here and I’m Always free…The most Beautiful things grow from the deepest, darkest places. Dig deep into the mud. Dig the hole. Plant the seed.

1 month ago | medium.com | Jennifer Lynn

The Universe is, by design, an intelligent Universe with math and physics being a key “language” to help us understand its laws and principles. The Universal Law of Attraction tells us that the Universe, being limitless, can’t differentiate the scope or magnitude of a miracle. A. miracle is just as likely to be something regarded. as small as it is grand by our own perceptions.

1 month ago | medium.com | Jennifer Lynn

Grief is a most unpopular yet relevant topic of discussion. Maybe that’s why society has a hard time honoring the process, especially when it comes to complicated grief as it pertains to abuse. No one ever tells you to prepare for grief as you would prepare for the convergence of a hurricane. Sometimes grief shows up unexpectedly in any number of ways; like the angel of death on a beautiful October day at the end of a Hawaiian vacation.

1 month ago | medium.com | Jennifer Lynn

They do not rise with clenched fists,hoarded gold,and lies of distortion —to shock and awe,to seduce,to betray. Because men were never meantto conquer women,or lure them like trapped animals into cages. They were never meant to claimdivine feminine power as their own,while trembling beneath the weightof wounded egos. For too long, the feminine wasPursued without presence,Cornered without consent,Claimed without devotion. But the old ways are crumbling. The spell of dominance is breaking.

1 month ago | medium.com | Jennifer Lynn

Once or twice, I thought I was falling in love With a man, or maybe three With a dream I tried to fit myself inside Be obedient and all of life will love you But those were smaller altars false and incomplete They stole my freedom They held flickers of the sacred, but not the whole flame Life rewilded me True love called my Spirit out from the hollow of want and into the deep forest of being It stripped away my plans, my pride, my striving I resisted I wept I begged for the sky to fall as...