For the wild ones: This is for the souls who howl at the moon. For the

by Jeanette LeBlanc |

For the wild ones:This is for the souls who howl at the moon.For the ones who sing the song of the wolves.This is for those who hear and heed the call.The untamable.The unashamed.This is for the truth seekers.The wisdom speakers.Those who can see.This is for the wild...

You, my girl. You are the sun and the moon and the stars.…

by Jeanette LeBlanc |

You, my girl. You are the sun and the moon and the stars. You are the force that pulls the tides. You are the unrestrained howl under a wide-open moon. You are the essence of what it is to dance into ecstasy. You are the heat and the sex and the sweat and the burn and...

My gentleness was claimed in the most devastatingly brutal…

by Jeanette LeBlanc |

My gentleness was claimed in the most devastatingly brutal of ways. I am equally fierce in its protection. You’d be well served not to forget that.

I’m not easy or simple or entirely light. My sunshine…

by Jeanette LeBlanc |

I’m not easy or simple or entirely light. My sunshine dances the tango with my tornado by the light of a blood-red moon. I am daisy chains and cauldron fire. I am the space where shame is shed. I like my desire fast and hard and my sacred so holy you’ll swear for the...

People often wondered what it was that made her so very…

by Jeanette LeBlanc |

People often wondered what it was that made her so very compelling. Why she drew people in again and again? It wasn’t her beauty or her talent, though many, including myself, found those impossible to argue. I believe it was because she refused to deny the storm of...