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


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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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