by Rebecca Cavender | acceptance, big girls, body image, divine feminine, Snake medicine, writing
What if you knew your body to be a landscape? What if you honored this body-land the same way you honor the mountain in the distance, the ocean’s shore kissing your feet, the wild bluff that overlooks a valley of basalt, cut deep? Have you ever ridiculed the way a...
by Rebecca Cavender | poetry
I anoint you with the ashes from the fire that burned your illusions to the ground: a fire that rose from your heart, aching for a new song to lick you back to life— a fire bathed in melodious desire, soaked with the pleasure of impermanence. Barefoot, the soft...
by Rebecca Cavender | poetry, suicide
For anyone who questions whether they’re loved, important, enough, or matter. For anyone who struggles to express themselves & their heart. I sing you back from the dark… back from the dark edge of the abyss— the unknown void, where death’s chambers have been...
by Rebecca Cavender | poetry
i hear a kulning, there—atop the mountain shrouded in mist … elusive, catching light within the dark; the ancient song echoes across fields of hope, answered by gentle bells, ringing in the distance. I want to be carried upon the wind of sound that leaves behind a...
by Rebecca Cavender | Snake medicine, writing
The wild feminine doesn’t always look pretty. She doesn’t always magnetize you with her sweet, languid voice, her seductive scent (the one that draws you closer),her eyes that illuminate and amplify a soft love when she gazes upon you. Sometimes, she’s that. Other...
