February is for fairer days and for double rainbows reimagined because I just can’t get enough of this optical phenomenon. Nothing screams true faith like a luminous rainbow (not just one but two) contrasting against bespattering clouds. There you have … Continue reading
Not arriving soon, better off taking a nap and pressing the reset button. It’s then, I happily continue to follow my heart instead of the systematic sequels in order to discover who I need to become to get through the … Continue reading
Nothing to win.Nothing left to lose.It’s time for that vice of yours break.Body always bruised,how ever will the spirit soar? Back where I left offbefore the pursuit,a half-bloomed flower, merely on my waypurely becoming myself.And in that season before incubation,clamped, … Continue reading
February is for following her fierce fighters along the mat and for bouncing off them too! There have been a few famous f off’s along the way, ‘cause you know the usual demonic spirits always trying to mess up God’s … Continue reading
“Which way Mama?” “That depends what type of bird you feel like.” Naturally, we took flight on both slopes, one more thrilling than the other. What holier thrill is there than zipping along mountain tops? All decisions from up here … Continue reading
Taking Flight Fading, noise of the worldEntombed, curated stories|Laid to rest, misgivingsManifesting, dreamy visionsReclaiming, warm delights and steamy waysFrom the depths of my reserves, peace and joyRestored, remembranceGlowing, vestiges of an ancient waySound once again…didn’t know betrayal could be so … Continue reading
“The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars but in ourselves, that we are underlings.” (Julius Caesar, Act I, Scene III, L. 140-141). –Shakespeare
…frolicking in the park. Who would have thought we’d invest so many hours at the park in February. It’s hard to leave before the witching hour. Instead of making progress on a mare, we’re climbing full speed up slides until … Continue reading
Not just one, but two of them in the mist of a wintery mix of mostly slushy, slippie and soggy with a medley of error of past ways. Hidden for a while under the stretched firmament and all its subatomic … Continue reading
Sweet lil’ loves, I’ll take these over even the lusciously blooming bleeding red buds in the background. Something about teeny, tiny things, perhaps because I’m such a thing. These may be debris by some laudable standards, but I hold them … Continue reading
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