HP Rivers

  • The Bird

    I anoint a dead bird with holy waterfrom the memorial garden at the church where I grew up.Weightless as it is lifeless, it knows not that I drape it with flowersAnd say a prayer. I light a candle,and beseech its spirit to bless other realms with its flight,Continuing to and transcending its Highest Good. Yellow…

    HP Rivers

  • Comfort Me (A Prayer)

    Mother Goddess, Lay my head upon your chest…

    HP Rivers

  • “Angels of the Get Through”

    I always thought “chase your dreams” was something people just said but didn’t mean. I’m in awe at the way the Universe has showed up for me, and I don’t have to go any further than my kitchen to see the most spectacular gifts she has shared with me on this journey.

    HP Rivers

  • Instruments of Peace

    Sometimes I go searching for peace in yoga, in bitter herbal tea sweetened with honey from back home. I look for it in beautiful crystals chosen carefully to help me name my intentions, in the sweet smoke of palo santo filling a room. I beg my spirit guides and angels to bring me to it.…

    HP Rivers

  • Glory, Hallelujah and the Universal Manager

    Glory, Hallelujah and the Universal Manager Helen Rose September 27, 2019 Gosh, what was the last time I wrote a blog post? It’s been a hot minute, and I’m so glad to be back. You might notice the blog looks quite a bit different. As I prepared to enter my new job, I took down…

    HP Rivers