Inner Wisdom Guide Jennifer Boire

I stir from sleep, one ear off the pillow. “Mommy”-- I hear my daughter’s plaintive voice. Red numbers flash 4:30a.m. Groggily, I tiptoe dow...

Ok - I just googled the Sacred Feminine and came across all kinds of debates about whether Mary Magdalene should be seen as Jesus' wife,...

Something about writing and blogging and putting my work up for public consumption without the safe borders of a published book is scaring t...

At the recent Taos Writer's spa, someone wrote a note about my creative play presentation : soul of a child alive and well! I put that o...

I have a small card on my desk found in a store in Taos. It has a picture of a woman standing on the crescent moon in a white gown, a halo ...

I made this promise to myself at the Taos Writer's Spa, in the closing circle, that I would help make the unknown known. Once a clairvoy...

So, back from Taos, and easing into the new 'real' world. Funny about reality, how it changes with your perspective. My life feels ...

Trees Lose Parts of themselves inside a circle of fog, Francis Ponge, translated by Robert Bly Inside the fog that encloses the trees, they ...

we are the bones of our mothers, we come from the bones of our mothers, we are starved for the cellular lustre of our mother's listening...

My personal trainer and I had a chat about women and migraines today. I said, I think it's so common because we hate our bodies, hate ou...

O may is the month of our mother the glorious (something) of May.... we used to sing that in our two room school house, Our Lady of Perpetua...

Poetry Readings in April, rundown: last Saturday night in Portland Ontario, at the Legion Hall, a rousing round of poetry by John B, from LA...

here be green leaves, here be April rain and tulips, moss on trees and grey skies, oh heart that wanders, find your peace in rootedness, eve...

Back from New York, I found this on my desktop. Never sent it out to be published, so will post it for you to read of my harried life a few ...

So, the day before Easter, dark rainy skies. Droplets of water hanging off the young oak in front of my window. It's too early to get up...

Mothering the Muse -musings on finding creative space published in Q-Write Newsletter of Quebec Writers Federation “All writers are vain, se...

musemother Well, I forgot how to get back and post another blog, so can't say as I am an expert yet at blogging. It's already been 2...

On any given day, a woman is either menstruating, having PMS, or entering peri-menopause and having hot flashes or cool insights into the na...