by Linda Pettit | Sep 17, 2022 | Creativity, I'm Speaking, Love, The Divine Feminine, The Writer's Sanctuary
Recent Posts Untethered End of Watch Echoes Priestess Rosary Search for: Untethered I sat on a plane, high above Canada. I was untethered in the skies. I had escaped to where other’s judgments and expectations couldn’t reach. As I reveled in the feeling, I...
by Linda Pettit | Jan 28, 2022 | Creativity, Love, Spirituality, The Divine Feminine
Recent Posts End of Watch Echoes Priestess Rosary Confession Search for: Echoes I burn to heal, discover, and create.I burn to grey ash, to sticky dust, to gritty sediment.I burn all that I am not.It sinks into the mud.It mucks the bottom.It shrivels to nothingness.It...
by Linda Pettit | May 25, 2021 | Linda, Intuition, Love, Oneness, Spirituality, Wisdom
Recent Posts Priestess Rosary Confession Poetic Intuition The Hymen’s Tale Search for: Rosary “Ask my family to say the rosary for me, Lin, please,” Grandpa Jim said. My father-in-law’s voice, warmed by a slight Kentucky drawl, a remnant of his birthplace, was...
by Linda Pettit | May 22, 2021 | Spirituality, Love, The Divine Feminine, Wisdom
Recent Posts Priestess Rosary Confession Poetic Intuition The Hymen’s Tale Search for: Confession “When you approach the confessional, know this… I am only hidden by the priest, but I myself act in your soul. Here the misery of the soul meets the God of...
by Linda Pettit | May 8, 2021 | Linda, Love, Spirituality, Sydney Banks, Wisdom
Recent Posts Priestess Rosary Confession Poetic Intuition The Hymen’s Tale Search for: A Bookbag Named God “Hey, Sandy-Beach-Del, you must be po-or. Your bookbag is, like, trashed, man.” The spin on my last name, Sandel, was typical for the boy, a fellow...
by Linda Pettit | May 6, 2021 | Linda, Authentic Feminine, Love, Wisdom
Recent Posts The Hymen’s Tale A Bookbag Named God Girdled No More True Colors Good Morning, Divine Feminine Search for: Girdled No More “There is a line of varicose veins on both your legs, mid-thigh,” the woman doctor said, her tone matter of fact. My feet were...
