This Starlet In the Making
…because summer days are coming. Until those days arrive a seat on the pane for those rays to kiss you like it will be an eternity before they’re back again. May the universe be good to you and may your … Continue reading
Monthly Archives: December 2023
Saturdays
This settee is where it started and ended and everything in between was from the standpoint on two feet, after all its December and daylight is swiftly fleeting. Happy Saturday. May it start effortlessly and end dreamily.
This Black & White Exhibit
…and for the color threads weaved from within, far more intertwined than we can imagine, bending, accentuating and lasting for years to come. So intertwined we look like one, we moved forward as one and become an integrated part of one another’s … Continue reading
This Path Along the River
…and the sun blazing above it especially in December.
Less Rules Please; More Authenticity
Belt it out if you’re feeling it. I declare a simpler life. Where love swells in our hearts and we wholeheartedly accept ourselves and fellow sentients in unfiltered authenticity. I requested this song at the drome today, can’t believe he … Continue reading
Next Steps
next steps. these kicks and how harmonious your earthy tones look with this scene. i love how understated you are. take it easy; you deserve a moment of rest until we hit the road again. let’s team up, for the … Continue reading
More Rolling.
This scrapped settee for being curbside at the right opportunity for me and these nostalgic skates for being at hand for an impulsive moment to roll even within the nest, when you feel like rolling, roll.
These Sitting Ducks
for watching the evening show with me–it never grows old.
A Time of Reckoning.
Facing myself and all my creations. No one said it will be easy…shifting anything of lower resonance into something superior. For those pioneers seeking exploration, wonder and the discovery into the crossing of an exalted state, now is the time. … Continue reading
Leave It Behind
Fixated through the shadows of time past, humansluring us into a comforting embrace, haunting memories of what wasfamiliar, yet no longer fit for life of wishful command, fettering stories In the sway of frosty winds, leaves of many hueson earthy … Continue reading
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