Being Broken (Poem)

everything is wrong today
everything is broken
but my relief arrived
in the newfound knowing
that my hands will never
catch the pieces
in this moment
i cannot change it
right now
there is no fix
there is only the choice
to be with it
or exit
and my presence
would surely be missed

Sending Light to all beings 🌻 Danielle

Where I’m Going (Poem)

i am

where i am going

and let me tell you

it’s a beautiful road

tree-lined and


and not without it’s

rough patches but

i decide it adds character

while stepping

over and around

dragging my knees

in the mud somehow

adds to its beauty

and to mine

for nothing can replace

the way my heart races

when a crackled bend

peels back to reveal

a light-kissed cliff

or a meadow green

beyond belief

in these moments

i thank grace

for the aches

i praise the sky

for my storms and

i pray

i pray

i pray

that every day

i keep going

that every day

i remember

i am here


Wild One

Lately I’ve been feeling a massive wave of rejecting domesticity. When did we accept the notion that we’re supposed to be tame? Polite? Palatable? When did we reject the biological Truth that a powerful part of ourselves is in fact a beautiful, primal creature? These bodies have a wildness and their own kind of intelligence that we have dismissed for far too long.⠀

Our wildness speaks to us through desire. We feel the magnetic pull on our heart, and burst of Lightning through our spine, and the ripples of waves in our tender bellies. We feel the bristle on the back of our neck when something isn’t quite right. We also feel radically free and relieved when we let our bare feet sink into the Earth, or when we howl and moan and scream into the wind. It is natural to sweat and drool and cry. It is NATURAL to enjoy the ravenous tangled limbs of sex. This is our wildness. Fuck domesticity, I’m taking mine back.

May we all reclaim our right to BE—free and wild—as we navigate this Life.
Your humanness is beautiful to me.


my soul is a wild one
she dances on the whisps
of the wind
and through the strands
of unwraveling time
like this
i am at my best
free to be the creature
i was born of and to
at one with the Mystery
to which i will
inevitably return

Sending Light 🌻 Danielle


I Am Me


i am me
and i don’t have to know what that means
i don’t have a neatly-typed page
of all the ways the world
or you
can expect me to deliver and arrive
i don’t have the promise of demeanor
or a smile
or exhaspersted sigh
or whatever other sign could
derive an idea of which peg’s mine
for the filling
i flow
i move
i owe nothing
i am me
as much as
i am the Earth
for my shifts move mountains and
my feet forge river beds and fox crossings
my body breaks and builds and burns
i am the Earth
as much as
i am the Sky
for my dreams cast star shadows and
my eyes illuminate the Truth beyond the mind
my spirit dances and bursts and flies
i am the Sky
don’t tell me
i am not everything
when you cannot see
such splendor in yourself
in every being
i am this heart
i am this breath
and this one…
and this…
i am me
nothing to question
nothing to hold
nothing more
and today
that is all
that is enough

Sending Light to all beings,


No Strings

In the Night


i am the moon
and you the deep blue
united by your current,
my pale vision burns soft and slow
beneath a blanket of stars
a luminous body anchored in the night,
stroking your surface with feminine magnetism
the ebb
the flow
we are connected
we move each other
you are wild and deep
and together we burst
with remarkable power
that belongs only to the heavens
and to us
be still now, Blue
cradle me in your encompassing arms
until morning comes and I slip away
lost into the Light

Cutting Down

What’s it going to take for us to believe in our own potential and resiliency? I think about the impossible feat of a tiny acorn becoming the majestic oak. Looking at that dinky seed in our palm, our mind would never believe it. Greatness? In this? Madness! But, yet, it is true. Somehow, that little seed undergoes miracle after miracle, rising a little more each day. Wilting perhaps, or even getting trampled upon. But this is the glory of nature, and the great wonder of the Universe. The inconceivable occurs every day. We, dear ones, are like this too.
And what keeps us going? Faith.
What keep us buried? Doubt, darkness, and staying in our little shells.
I’m a recovering self-bully. The shit that’s come out of my own psyche in my own direction is downright cruel in many instances, and I share this not for sympathy because I know this self-sabotage is RAMPANT among damn near everyone I know. Even among the brightest Lights and the most gifted Artists and Leaders. Role models even!
Enough! When did it become so normalized to treat ourselves so badly? When did we forget that inside of ourselves was the seed of an incredible Tree of Life, waiting to root down into Mother Earth and stretch our limbs to the Heavens? This is our Truth, and we must not forget it.
I, for one, am so over not believing in myself. Because whether or not I acknowledge it, I will always have the capacity to grow that much. To GIVE that much (I mean, just think for a moment how much LIFE is sustained by a single tree.) We must not dishonor our own beautiful potential with harshness and criticism. Our work is to get quiet—watch and listen for what we ourselves need in nurturance to grow into our fullness and rootedness. And then do it.
As a sapling in this Circle of Life, I see and honor each of you in your growth, your process, and your potential. I believe in you, and I pray you can believe in you too.
Sending Light to all beings, Danielle

This is Grief


saturday morning
deep breath
more tears
get up dizzy
back into bed
make love to every sad song
try again
two scoops of coffee
stop everything crying
on the kitchen floor
rainbow fractals
on the cupboard door
never saw that before
thoughts about angels
and cardinals
and that damn church
that you loved
so much
and then how much
i loved you
your floral slipcovers
fat-free ice cream cups
and puckered lip kisses
on christmas
ask where you are
and hear the news
she’s there
but i’m still here
toes cold on december tile
deep breath
rise heavier but
a little more clear
this is grief
and today
she’s with

Trust in Us

i’m not afraid of you
take me inside
show me all of your fragments
and see how the light will dance
through your seams when you shine it through
hear how the heart song sings its loudest when it’s finely tuned
and know how just when the end of your rope is met with shaking hands
does the earth reach to meet your feet
despite how ungrounding love’s fall may seem
know that miracles only come from thin air
so take my hand and leap
trust in us
trust in me
and maybe this time
we won’t come down

Wild, Mundane Glory

Jacob Nordby’s soulful proclamation of the miracle of our humanness is aptly captured in his phrase “wild, mundane glory.” As of late, I’ve been challenging myself to fall in love with my humanness as much as my divinity. It’s certainly a challenge, as I know it is for many of the more cosmically-connected Lightworkers out there, but every time I deepen into my senses, or notice how beautifully the Light of Grandfather Sun dances with Mother Nature, I am reminded of how perfectly blessed we are to be here. To be human. To have the gift of not knowing everything for the sheer joy of discovery, and the humility of accepting that which we may never know.

So this is me today. Wild. Mundane. Feeling inspiringly infinite, and yet grounded in my limitations. And, ultimately, full of Love.


Wild, Mundane Glory
by Jacob Nordby

The thing is, you’re beautiful.
Yes, you…
In your wild, mundane glory.
Your daily life hides from you the possibilities of why you’re here
And who you are.
But never forget that every breath you take is actual alchemy.
With your eyes you record visions of this place.
With your fingertips you read the bumps in life,
Sending messages back from whence you came.
You’re a soul traveler,
An explorer.
You make this place home for now;
Trying on the costumes,
Playing out your roles.
Every so often, take off your masks.
Drop your robes.
See yourself reflected in the very mirror of your life.
And remember…
When you leave this stage,
The only thing you will wonder is,
“Did I love brilliantly?”


In Soul, Danielle