New Year, New Adventures

Since the new year started, I have been rearranging the furniture (things that mean the most to me) around in my mind. One of those special things is writing and making time for it. I think that by the end of January, I will have a pattern set and a new habit to begin. It’s all about balance. I do plenty of reading and writing for my university classes, but I have stacks of books I want to read otherwise and I’d love to write more 100 word challenges.

The new year promises new adventures, even if they are right in my own home! I want to finally finish my bedroom this year, my soul-space, my sanctuary. I think completing that task will give me the energy I need to tackle other things that need to be done.

Definitely on my itinerary are places to go and time spent with family and friends. And self-care. Eating well for a healthy heart means cooking (instead of gulping down all the ready-to-eat processed food) and that means getting used to cooking for just one or two people. There are definitely more bubble baths by candle light in the new year, more coffee while curled up on my favorite part of the sofa, and photography. Outside. Where the wind blows. And the sun rises and sets. In the yard and garden and state parks where my sister liked to go.

This will be a year that I will intentionally let go of some things and cultivate others. I will let grief go. I will cultivate loving relationships with the living and in the memory of my daughter and sister.

Birds are chirping in the garden of my soul. It is spring again for me, even though it’s a soggy, dreary winter here in central California. The seasons of my soul and life never pay heed to the actual rotation of the earth. They come and go as they will and my job is to watch for those changes and embrace them.

Now it’s time to live.


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Joy robbed her of melancholy
and robbed her of words.

The novel stalled,
the blog posts stopped.

In this season of gratitude she had abundance.

Without loss,
the page remained blank.

She did not want to pick at the old wounds.

Love extinguished pain.

“I have all that I need and I have no wants.”

“He’s changed, I’ve changed, we’ve changed together.”

There is peace,
there is love,
there is joy.

There is a future together.
“‘Til death do us part.”

And they remained that way.

Not ‘The end.’
The beginning.

Blessings to all this Thanksgiving.

SHE On The Tip of Her Tongue

SHE On The Tip Of Her Tongue

“It’s just that you’re not that feminine.”

I beg to differ.

I’m feminine like a thunderstorm.

Feminine like the glint of a falcon talon.

Feminine like an ancient redwood.

Feminine like the orange glow of a grizzly bear in the sunset.

Feminine like a wolf on the hunt.

Feminine like decaying bones.

Feminine like the eye of an old whale.

Feminine like a roaring river.

Feminine like a sheer cliff overlooking a forest.

Feminine like a wildfire.

Feminine like a desert wind.

Feminine like a battle cry.

And yes.

Within my stones and bark and fur and fierce slit irises… I am as soft and enveloping as any woman who’s blood ever beat red.

This is the Sovereigness.

I am her.

We are her.

We are an age of woman who has come in, representing the medicine of the Wilds.

We are not built to actualize your sense of masculinity through your traditional idea of femininity.

We are built to bring in the voice of our Mother.

Which is why Earth herself screams in our veins.

So, if what you really mean is,

“Your femininity is overwhelming”,

Then I understand.

It is to me, too.

~ Adrianne Tamar Arachne

The Art & Illustration Of Adrianne Tamar Arachne

Art by Julia Jeffery

Stonemaiden Art

Whom do you love?

This is anybody and everybody that we love: human, animal, deity, and self. The implications run deep!

Who do you love that has had the greatest impact on you? For me, currently and as the person I have become, that’s the Universe as God, my self, my husband, my children, my friends, and my cats.

The biggest impact now is love of self, something I lacked for most of my life until I lost my husband. He has returned in many ways (physical, emotional, mental) but self comes first.

Then, it’s whom I choose to share my abundance of love. The Universe is one with me-that’s where my love of self was inspired.

In my work in progress (WIP), my main characters are also shaped by whom they love. It is amazing to create and develop characters in this way!

What are your thoughts?


Silver Falls, Oregon – Photo credit: Lisa Barker


Love like dappled light
intermittently blinds then clarifies
as my heart drives the back roads of my mind.

I don’t remember the pain, but
briefly it surprises me with bursts of sunlight that
quickly vanish into shades of clarity.

I follow the road with confidence, knowing well
the curves that wind deeper into dense, lush forests of noble fir.

A new stretch of certainty emerges and
I coast through the present road conditions
with eyes wide open.

When the road unwinds through quiet, tawny pastures,
the sun sets in my rear view mirror and twilight greets me;
the stars guide my way
reflecting the illumination of my intuition and
the draft of wind through the open window
catches my breath.

-Lisa Barker