emily beavertail relaxed © heather rhodes studio petronella all rights reserved.jpg

oh, autumn...

you infuse your rich, warm, honey light
straight into my marrow;
stoking an inner fire that sustains
until winter has had her way with me...

your golden harvest nourishes and delights
my every sense...

your winds sweep the chambers of my heart;
making room for more of you
to kindle my devotion...

I will walk with you;
cloaked in surrender, 
through your honest crucible of permutation...

autumn equinox 2017
sacred thread words & image © Heather Rhodes
model: emily

A Love That Can Hold it All

i believe in a love jane 2 © heather rhodes studio petronella all rights reserved.jpg

oh, beloved…

I still believe in a love
that can hold it all;

weight of grief,

disruption of chaos,

rapture of ecstasy,

mystery of the sacred,

quiet of solitude,

here I am...

darkness of the unknown,

depths of longing,

equalizer of humility,

splendor of union,

lusciousness of soma,

here I am...

portal of illness,

spark of the divine creative,

alchemical tangle of masculine & feminine,

pinnacle of joy,

transcendence of communion,

here I am...

wonder of innocence,

tension of the opposites,

holiness of the ordinary,

spaciousness of time,

river of tenderness…

I can only offer to meet you here
In this field of possibility,
wearing naught but the skin of my vulnerability…

whether you step forward to meet me, 
I cannot say…

here I am;
my sacred self my offering…

sacred thread words & image © Heather Rhodes
model: jane


The Flame

emily red shawl 1 © heather rhodes studio petronella all rights reserved.jpg

I love when
you lie fallow, too;

when your wilderness aches
to feel the footsteps of the beloved
upon its forest floors...

when the nest of you is empty;
woven with expectancy
of the mystery to come…

when you become
a parched vernal pool,
laying quietly in wait
for the gush of spring rains…

when you tenderly hold
the holiness of your question;
without want
of answer…

when the sound of your heartbeat
is consciously imperceptible...

when I am  
the flame of your candle
in the darkness...

sacred thread words & image © Heather Rhodes
model: emily


Turned On

emily beavertail ocean spray 1 © heather rhodes studio petronella all rights reserved .jpg

this light within me;

shines a thousand times brighter
in the midst of darkness…

I have turned myself on,
dismantled the off switch…

from this point of light
within my heart,
everything is possible;

this indigenous web of love
knows no borders,
no boundaries…

come join me,
turn yourself on…

sacred thread words & image Heather Rhodes
model: emily, catching the sea spray on the cliffs at beavertail


Notes to the Beloved


[ notes to the beloved ]

I love it when
your edges are soft…

when you are
fluid and open;
like the mouth
of my river…

when our not-knowing
is an offering;
an honest prayer…

when your gorgeous depths
are visible, and they are
singing my name…

when your beauty is so loud
that I can barely hear
my own heart beating
wildly in my chest…

when the scent of you
is my favorite incense…

sacred thread words & image © Heather Rhodes
at studiopetronella.com
model: emily

Let the Stars Kiss You

slip out
of your skin,

let the stars
kiss you…

run through the forest;
a wild, hot mess
of burning aliveness…

lay down on the altar
of the mystery;
yield to
the great unfolding…

you are

the flower girl,
scattering the

their omnipotent fragrance
permeating the marrow
of your lovely bones...

you are

the bride,
taking a vow
to your self;

to listen
to the great cosmic whisper
that lands
in the sanctuary
of your heart;

shifting shape
and form,
through its own
being and becoming…

you are

the groom inside yourself,
the banks of the
river shakti,

the strong roots
that welcome the sway
of your untamed branches…

you are

the children
in myriad form
spilling forth
from this union;

their only purpose
to sing life’s song…

you are

the chapel
of the body
in which the miracle
is manifest...

sacred thread words & image © Heather Rhodes
at studiopetronella.com
model: jane


A Thousand Suns

deep inside
the rich folds of darkness;

you sit quietly
in the center, 

your light of a thousand suns
radiates from the magnificent
bindu of your heart…


no one

can resist you…

here you are, 
right where you have always been;

and now,
a thousand flaming birds
fly in and out
of the window of my heart

sacred thread words & image © Heather Rhodes at Studio Petronella
durga sadhana
model: ofelia

Wave of Love

wave of love © heather rhodes studio petronella all rights reserved

lean in…

kiss the ground
of your own wilderness…

offer your forests,
as sanctuary
to passing birds in flight,

marry the medicine
of their nesting
in your strong branches…

and when the night comes;

sleep in the deserts of your body,
caressed by the sweeping sands
of four-billion-year-old stardust,

open your soft mouth skyward,
catching the rain of wisdom
that falls like liquid diamonds upon your tongue...

parched prayers
in the honey of communion...

your pale bones resting softly
against the skin of the earth,

eyes awake,
bathed in the honest moonlight…


to the song that rises from the deep;
reaching upward,
through the crust of your inner soil;

a sonorous remembering;

a rewilding
of your holy fire…

whisper or roar;

now is the time,

nothing is missing...

unleash your
of love...

sacred thread words & image © Heather Rhodes
model: elena

The Invitation


this is the invitation.

it didn’t come in the package
we imagined,

it isn’t tied up
with a pretty bow
or jazzy pantsuit…

the masks are off,
our eyes are open,

we see
what is before us.

after the disbelief,
the gasps
and guttural howls,

there is nothing left to do
except open to the invitation;

to dig down,
beneath the din of distraction,

to stand together, 
with roots that go
deeper than fear;

into the very matrix,
the mighty heart of love,

hip to hip
heart to heart,

yes, we were
made for these times,

and we are held by something
so much greater than this single moment

sacred thread words & image © Heather Rhodes
model: emily

Communion with Parvati



so deep,
so soon...


sliding to the bottom
in this warm jar
of honey
that is her
teaching ground...

I am bathed
in my sankalpa,
in undulating waves...

"stay soft"

"remain a traveler in the landscape of wonder"

"forget everything you think you know"

"open the eyes of your heart; you are ready to see"





I am ready, show me.

I am in the field so deep with you, sisters;
sometimes I cannot see you,
but I can hear you breathing...

I bow, humbly at the feet of the mystery of the great union…

words & image © Heather Rhodes at Studio Petronella
day three parvati sadhana
model: emily

Entering the Field


I am here,
slipping in; 
by the glow
of candlelight…

her parfum is heavy,
the air is thick with

every cell of my body
is vibrating with
her potent invitation…

she whispers
in my ear,

her soft breath,
warm on my neck,

"I am here
inside you…"

forehead to the floor, sisters, so grateful to be here…
jai parvati shakti ma

words & image © Heather Rhodes at Studio Petronella
day one parvati sadhana
altar by candlelight as I enter parvati sadhana


Gazing Inland

water gaze for paddling writing © heather rhodes studio petronella all rights reserved

last evening as I drove over the thames river at dusk, gazing inland, all of the present day expressions of un-sacred geometry evaporated; all the familiar landmarks disappeared... including the mammoth steel structure beneath me...

I know this feeling; it has happened to me since I was a child, every time I cross over this liquid jewel of a river and cast my eyes up-river…

in these milliseconds, I float…suspended in time and space…

I hear drums. I feel a peace, and fullness; room to fully exhale. I see the natives of this fertile land and water gracefully carve through the river in their canoes, their backs to the salty expanse of the long island sound…

the natural curves of the earthen riverbanks meet the water with a preternatural embrace; like a deep, resounding hum… the water welcomes each dip of their paddles, like a holy invitation… there is an unspoken reverence that permeates all…

I drink in this experiential offering, it feels like stepping inside an ancient prayer… there is a sacred silence that has a sound that fills my whole being; the sound of...


I no longer hear the earth weeping.

tears… (my own)

and then I am present here again, remembering myself canoeing on a different river with my then-young son, singing these words that swept our hearts through this very same portal...

my paddle clear and bright,
flashing with silver

follow the pale moonlight,
dip, dip and swing…

dip, dip and swing…

may we each rise up in our own way, 
raising our voice for her;

that she may once again have no reason to weep…

honoring the protectors
rock solid. standing with standing rock.
9 10 2016  Heather Rhodes
paddling song: margaret embers mcgee 1918
image: water gazing © heather rhodes at studio petronella
model: jane

Circle of Breath

circle of breath;

discovering me
at the intersection
of arriving and departing;

like the silent milliseconds
that live in between the snap-snap-snap
of the playing cards, 
clothespinned to
the spokes of my bicycle wheels…

hot summer day,
hair blowing in the breeze…


no thought
no mantra


falling into
the soft nest of my body;

even when the
somatic housekeeper
has been waylaid,

even in the middle
of a flaming mess;

(maybe more so,
because of it)

you are always my home;

in you I find
the fullness of the cosmos,

the diminutive ray of light
that trespasses the landscape
of my darkened eye;

coaxing me;

to fully inhabit

sacred thread words & image © Heather Rhodes  at  Studio Petronella
model: emily

Homage to the House on the Hill

perkins farm © heather rhodes studio petronella all rights reserved

For many years now, I have driven past the uninhabited Perkins farmhouse just up the street from my own house... My heart aches each time I pass, as I witness the lonely, once-magnificent structure slowly crumbling into the arms of the earth. This image is my way of honoring its place in time, giving it wings of comfort and wings to fly, and a prayer of appreciation: "alis volat propriis" (with her own wings she flies)... Her beauty endures, even in her decay; her blessed disintegrating structure still witnessing the splendid sunsets and the rising moon on the top of the hill...

[homage to the house on the hill]

houses are the
beautiful bones

that shelter
our burning hearts,
our stealthy fears,
our wildest dreams
and deepest longings...

bear silent witness
to the tapestry
of generations;

woven within,
and grown outward…

and friends;

birthing, living, dying;
union and separation,

beginnings, endings; 
wavering and resolute,

conflict, connection,
celebration and grief;

houses as holy cocoons;
that take no sides;

our loyal secret keepers;

offering refuge,
a springboard,
an eternal retreat
when we feel broken…

and some days
the houses glow
with a fire of love so bright,
that we become blind
to our differences,

and our laughter
could shake
the whole world awake…

words & image © Heather Rhodes
homage to the perkins farmhouse
model: rozlynne