by Rebecca Cavender | writing
There’s a peace, yet restlessness, that enters me in the depth of winter. Snow envelops my heart and warms my blood. It feels like an ancient home revealed in the present. I crave its quiet fall, its billowing whispers. There’s a seductive, magnetic hush that reaches...
by Rebecca Cavender | poetry
LIGHT IN THE DARK My breath opens to you, crystalline— suspended in the dark winter night in between there and here not present, not past— a holding pattern, paused in time, reaching toward the radiant heart kept warm by the drumming fires of old Come, sit with me...
by Rebecca Cavender | divine feminine, sacred self-expression, Snake medicine, writing
Recently, I wrote more about the path of the Snake Priestess and what this means to me. It’s something that’s unfolding. A remembrance. Ultimately, it’s about the mysteries of life: creation, dissolution, and regeneration. (Those words are chosen...
by Rebecca Cavender | acceptance & inclusion, self-love, writing |
I feel a fire in my belly and in my heart. This post is something deeply personal … perhaps almost as personal as I could get with you. And it’s something I have not ever shared publicly. At least, not in this way… Nearly 12 years ago, I was convinced that when...
by Rebecca Cavender | divine feminine, Snake medicine, vulnerability, writing
I felt nervous to post this photo. I’ve been sitting on it for a month. I took it while I was doing solo snake practices. Mirror work. It’s “too much.” “Too raw.” “Too exposed.” “I’ll get judged.” But,...
