Sophia's Mirror

I don’t speak of sorrow like it’s a weakness. I don’t lower my voice for it. Sorrow is not something that happens to us - it’s something tha...

One winter afternoon in New York, February 1943, at the height of the Second World War, my mother, her sister, her sister-in-law, and a clos...

  In the Book of Genesis, God discusses creating humankind “…in our image, after our likeness…” It is not the only instance in which the dei...

  WHERE MY BOOKS GO All the words that I gather, And all the words that I write, Must spread out their Wings untiring, And never rest in the...

"Where have I come from, where did you pick me up?"  the baby asked its mother. She answered half crying, half laughing, and cla...

  In search of the desert witch, the shaman-woman, Forget the archetypes, forget the dark and petrified profile, Do not examine the clouds P...

  The Use of the Seven Swords through the Heart. The swords through your heart are not the ones which caused your wounds, but rather, these ...

  The Feast of Saint Michaël is the symbol for the human being to be aware in consciousness to recognize evil in the world and to fight it. ...

A stream, from its source in far-off mountains, passing through every kind and description of countryside, at last reached the sands of the ...

Little Swan flew through the Dreamtime, looking for the future. She rested for a moment in the coolness of the pond, looking for a way to fi...

WIND-CHILD I believed that you always would be there - a faery child, awaiting the storm. I watched over you as best I could to allay my fea...