Take my hand…

Thank you for spending some time with me! I hope you find something here that brings you Joy, comforts your heart, inspires your soul, or stimulates your mind.

I am a Poet, Priestess, Songwriter, Singer, Mother, Mystic, Magician, Music Maker, Tantric, Teacher, Student, Aspiring Author, Playwright-In-The-Making, Ritualist, Thespian, and writer of esoteric musings about Life, Love, The Universe, and why people do the strange things we do.

For me, this is the beginning of an adventure to pursue my passion for writing, harness my voice and develop my skills, and share some beauty with the world. Walk with me a moment or two, and hear the Words Dancing on the Wind.

I Am The Light


Headstrong Heart

I wear my heart out on my sleeve
As there’s nowhere else to put it
My chest is over filled with
The sorrows of my past

I’ve heard it’s better to grieve
Than to continue to carry it
I’m not sure I would survive
If I let myself cry at last

Most likely drown in a river
Of salty tears, swept away like Alice
Wishing I had not cried so much
When I was nine feet high

My heart insists on being a giver
Unable to contain anger or malice
Asserting it has no need
To return to my chest and hide

I wear my heart out on my sleeve
It refuses to live within the confines
Of protective ribs and guarded sorrows
Though tattered and bruised it may be

Wrapped in strands of magick I weave
Each day to hold it together in times
When loving leaves it bleeding
Yet my sleeve it refuses to leave

~ aurora winddancer

“Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature-the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.”
authored by Rachel Carson

Cold Tears & Warm Pies

When a pet dies

And your furnace dies

Both on the first of January

Baking tater tots

And apple pies

Will warm your house

And soothe your sanity

A year ended

And another began

With such fanfare

And whiplashed emotions

I’m feeling dizzy

From the rollercoaster

And queasy from the motion

My heart needs a nap

And a better start on the second

Possibly more pies

If I can’t get the furnace going again

let the lovers be

of his classically cultured mind, i am enamoured and mesmerized

tingles of crystalline colors enhanced, by the shy smile that lights up his eyes

sweetness pours lightly over me, filling my being with butterflies

he speaks poetry into my soul, eliciting deeply contented sighs

elegant words flow between us, a shared language of romance

desire sparks in a gentle touch of hands, a long admiring glance

we speak of music, literature and art, voices flowing in courting dance

let the night carry on a bit, i’ve not yet had my fill of his countenance

yet the time has come to leave, this gently candled space

at the door he hestitates, in the moment of longing to taste

i feel his desire as my own, and reaching to touch his face

bring our lips together, in the ecstacy of our first kiss’s embrace

~ aurora victoria winddancer

One Straw Too Many

endings can appear abrupt,

sudden from the outside

though they rarely are

the processes of endings

are usually long and arduous

frought with pains and traumas

not always visible on the surface

a wound here, a cut there

hearts rarely shatter without

first cracking throughout

the shoulders that carry

a field’s worth of haystacks

will falter under the weight

of just one straw too many

the love that endured betrayals,

abuses, bruises and contusions

can die without warning

felled by an unexpected blow

the shared journey can end

when one traveler leaves the other

too far behind, crossing

over one bridge too many

life and love are so easily lost

when so easily taken for granted

and the traveler can find themselves

alone, lost in a dark wilderness

companion no longer in sight

steps unretraceable in the mists

unaware until it was far too late

that the ending was so close

it could have kissed them goodbye.

Suffering Inequality

Homelessness, Poverty & Suffering are caused by Trauma, Childhood Abuse & Neglect, Lack of medical & mental health care, Income Inequality, Lack of Living Wage Jobs, Lack of Affordable Housing, Discrimination, and Ineffective Underfunded Social Services.

A police officer yesterday told me “It’s laziness and drugs that are the problem not lack of affordable housing.” And I was saddened to hear another person in power misunderstanding the root causes.

Humans of ALL socioeconomic classes Use Drugs & Alcohol to try to escape from their pain and suffering. When the Wealthy do so, no one complains much and they can go to fancy rehab centers and have doctors and counselors to help them. And they have shelter, food, basic needs met.

But when a Poor person who is Suffering Far Worse uses drugs and alcohol to escape their pain society judges them as it being their fault, and their homelessness and suffering as something they deserve and caused themselves.

Until We as a Society can see with Trauma-Informed Eyes & Compassion the True causes of homelessness and poverty – We will live with our neighbors in tents beside us acting out their traumas, pain, misery, desperation, rage, and grief. And That is All of Our Fault.

When Compared To Beauty

Someone listened to my music, someone with an ear for and understanding of music that is respectively significant, he told me that my voice reminded him Sarah Brightman. And I was surprised to be compared to one of the world’s most amazing soprano’s. Her voice soars. I was surprised by the comparison and that this person knows who she is. I think this is the greatest compliment anyone’s ever given me. To be compared to someone that I admire so greatly and that is held in such high esteem, for a moment in my mind a whole other life flashed through, a different life where I had followed the path of music. And I know now I could have. I’m not sad that I didn’t oh, I’m very happy with the path I taken with my life. With the love and art and family and music and career I have created, and with the community I’ve been a part of. It just fills my heart with joy to know that I could have.