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


I tried to scream
But my head was underwater
They called me weak
Like I’m not just somebody’s daughter
Coulda been a nightmare
But it felt like they were right there
And it feels like yesterday was a year ago
But I don’t wanna let anybody know
‘Cause everybody wants something from me now
And I don’t wanna let ’em down…”

~ Billie Eilish

This song, really just this part of this song, has been playing in my head, been singing it to myself under my breath on repeat.

I’m so exhausted by being the person everyone needs something from but feeling like no one gives a fuck about me. My cup is so empty from so many people taking from it.

Let’s face it, you’re a girl. Your mother was right about one thing. We’re just vessels. And even when we’re told we’re special, as I was, as you would’ve been, we’re still just vessels… for them to take… and take…” ~ Yennefer, The Witcher


“She had waited for a rescue for so many years. So many. But now that she was an adult? She knew that there was no castle waiting for her on top of a mountain. No “real” parents still searching for her. No one that truly cared, one way or the other, about her future.

Which was why she had to be the hero of her own life.”

~ JR Ward

Deeply Single

I hate being single

Even more so now

In this time of Pandemic

The loneliness is deeper

When alone in isolation

Intensity of anxiety

Mixed with longing for intimacy

Acute awareness of the empty

Spaces in your bed, in your home

In your heart, in your life

Dancing with mortality

To a symphony of solitude

Is not the partnership

I’d dreamed of in my innocence

Aching for physical touch

Crying to sleep at night

Would give almost anything

For a hug, a kiss, to be held

While you sleep

Couples take these things for granted

I miss being in love

Feeling love

Feeling loved

I miss mattering to someone

I miss waking up

In a lover’s arms

Making love in the morning

Before the alarm

Now I wonder if I’ll survive

This fucking virus

To even have a chance

Of finding love again

Thirst for Bland Sips

Don’t hit me up
only when you’re thirsty
When you need validation
or attention
I’m not here
to be your validation dispenser
I’m not here
to feed you attention coins
If you’re not interested in me
as a whole person
I’m not interested
in being your distraction
Or the 2-dimensional fantasy
for your orgasms
I’m a Goddess
who deserves sonnets and poetry
Wyd?… Does not inspire me
If your investments are going to be low
So will your rewards
Lose my number
Cause I’ve probably already
blocked yours.

aurora winddancer
April 8, 2020


The human world is unraveling
Splitting at the seams
An ill-fitted garment
Made of low-quality materials
A shoddy construction
Of questionable design
Stitched in sweatshops
To avoid regulations
For profits by exploitation
Threadbare and worn through
Patches over patches
As the designers scream
That there is no other way
To weave our reality
Pull a stitch here
Snag a hem there
As the human world unravels
We will all be laid bare
Truth will be naked
With no cheap clothes to wear
The Emperors exposed
For the whole world to see
While their Empires crumble
In the Great Unraveling.


I can’t remember the last time I felt so alone, with just a voice in my head whispering repeatedly, “I’m not okay I’m not okay I’m not okay I’m not okay.” Then tears that flow down my cheeks and I don’t know how to make them stop. I want to believe that this will end, I want to be optimistic and hold onto hope. Everyday I spend alone in my room it’s harder. Before Covid I was afraid that I would live my life alone, now it’s Covid that has made me understand that alone is relative and there are always deeper levels in the hell of aloneness.

I don’t know when this suffering will end for Humanity. And I don’t know when this will end for me. I don’t know when I will be freed from my bedroom. I feel like a princess locked in her Tower, the dragon’s name is Covid and the princes have all disappeared.


I’m just sad

And I can’t escape this sadness

This sadness that feels

Like the beginnings

Of madness

This despair that flows

Through my veins seeping poison

Into my cells

Drops of pain, heavy lead

Seep from my brain

My heart slows


A smile on my face


Eyes once light filled

Dim into dull greys

Despair is a creature

That lives in my mind

Feeding on hope

One bite at a time

But faster than my soul

Can regrow

What Matters

In life the only things that really matter are – How much we love, how kind we are, and how our actions affect the lives of others. No one’s perfect, we all make mistakes and have bad days, get frustrated, forget to consider others. But overall, we are here to love each other and help each other. When I’m living that way, is when I’m happiest and have peace in my heart. ~ aurora winddancer

Unkind Fates

Through time and space

You have my affection

and friendship…

And if it means anything,

I wish we lived near one another

So that we could see into the windows

Of each other’s souls over tea.

What fickle fates

That one who could truly love me

And see my soul

Would be unreachable to my hand

And unkissable to my lips


Carefully gathered
One microscopic mote
At a time

Small morsels
Painstakingly pieced
Binders and fillers
Holding tight

Empty plate
Nutritionally void
Pretending to be
A feast

~ by aurora winddancer

~ inspired by @pierrejeanty

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