I am holding
My torch high
For all wayward souls.
You can find the spark within.
You can find hope again.
Baby steps count.
And very deep soulful breaths.
You are held.

-Angel Marie Russell



If you are in the darkness,
If the shadow is present,
You are held always
In all ways.

Remember love is stronger
Than any foe.
Remember love
By focusing everything you have
On that feeling.
Love. What does it feel like?
Not to dismiss the pain
But to see there is an
Eb and flow
There is a tide,
And love is always there.

We learn from sorrow
To celebrate joy.
We learn from grief
To celebrate life.
We learn from anger
To celebrate tenderness.
We learn from rage
To celebrate the stillness.

Do not banish any part of you.
Welcome it home
With love.
Listen with love,
To what it has to say,
And feel.
Hold eachother.
Have a good cry.
But remember love.
Is always
More powerful
Than any talisman
Or spell.
Your heart is your
Most steadfast protector.

-Angel Marie Russell


We descend into the shadowlands sometimes to remember how to light our spark again. For it is in darkness we can learn to shine the brightest.

But to understand the flame we must also know that it can be blinding. So, we honor the spark by seeing its beauty when bathed in night.

The journey down isn’t easy, nor is the journey back, but it is not a permanent state of being.

The pain will cease.
The sun will come again.
You will remember joy.
You will find love past the fear, hope after grief.
You will rise stronger and more alive.
You are not alone in this space.
My spirit stands with you in strength and tender solidarity. ❤️

-Angel Marie Russell


There is beauty
Even when
Your eyes miss it
When you see
What the world has trained you
To see.

There is beauty
In your eyes,
Your heart,
Your body,
The great tragedy
Is not your flesh
But this lie;

You are not enough.
Your body is not enough.
Your soul cares not
For such things.

There is beauty
In being.
There is beauty
In every beat
Of you heart.
There is beauty
In every cell,
Eyelash, and whisper.
I am a gasp
At every breath.

Oh, who is it that taught you
To despise all that lies
In your flesh?
Who is it that said
You are never enough?
Who is it that fed you
These, most unworthy words?

I can see only
And grace
In each and every step
A masterpiece, you
And your

-Angel Marie Russell


Your mind
Holds your wisdom
Your heart
Holds your compass
Your stomach
Holds your intuition
Your loins
Your passion
Your legs
Carry the weight
Your feet
Hold the map
And when we seek
With alignment
We aim true
In our purpose

-Angel Marie Russell


I’m afraid
You’ll miss me
In a sea of perception.
I’m worried
You’ll miss the spark
That lives in me.
Because you see
By how you view.
I’m worried
You won’t notice
The Love
That flames with fury,
Bright light
Liquid heat,
That feeds my heart,
That pulses in my veins.
I’m worried
You’ll miss all that
When you try
To see me
And miss it.
And I see you miss it.
I see you fail to see the me
That I see
Full of liquid fire
And white hot heat
That burns me up
Without and within.
And you look away
Before you catch
The intensity of my eyes.
Or maybe that’s it
Because my eyes never lie.
And there’s love there
That burns the truth bare,
That burns the
Misconceptions to ash,
The denial to igneous rock.
And you can’t hide
When you see there;
When you see me
Seeing the you
That’s afraid to really see.
And I look all the way through.
And it’s true.
I see the Love in me
In you too.
And you can’t run
When I see you there
And for a moment
The lie
That keeps us all
Desperate in our lives,
That one we tell ourselves,
“I am not enough,”
Is snuffed.
The fire burnt that up.
And when I see you there,
For a moment, you see
All the self hatred,
Is a lie.
Because you are Love.
And my God,
So am I.

-Angel Marie Russell


I am but a spark
As fleeting as flame
On a windy day,
Blown asunder
By competing forces
For air.

My last breath
As temporary
As the smoke wisps
Thrown into pieces
Of ether
After extinguished.

And I could think
On such a state of being
As a travesty,
By forces beyond
My control.

But one does not need
To focus on the
One does not need to
Lament such
Such is life.

One can find
The immortal
The soul
As love embodied
In flesh.

The spark that causes
The heart to know
Such sorrow,
The imagination
That sees only the dark
On our last day.

But the light does not cease
When the shadow is present.
Life does not end,
For lack of a body
To contain.

Flame burns in potential
At every dried up limb.
Life pulses eternal
External what was once
Carried within.

Do not lament child.
Life is energy
And energy never
Just as love
Never ceases
For want of a heart.
It beats
With the pulse of
The universe.
As does all you contain.

-Angel Marie Russell