When everything itches, and everything sticks a whimsical pass through streaming jets of water is a triumph on an adventurous day. Perhaps a simple cold splash under a hose could wash away a worry or two, like a good storm … Continue reading
Make it beautiful or make it bold, unless of course you do both. She’s at it again, that Mother Nature of ours bold, vibrant and verdantly beautiful.
From the heavens, gracesurrounding me, abundanceembracing me, lightinto my heart, morning prayerswhere I am, you are.
Through the rhythm of emergence and the dance of the night The melody of a soul arising stirring something grander inside of you, yet far beyond you Its pulse so palpable no matter that at times it stole its promise … Continue reading
“Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest THY FLOCK to rest at noon?” “Behold, thou ART fair, my love; behold, thou ART fair; thou HAST doves’ eyes.” “He brought me to the banqueting … Continue reading
If you took heed, you could almost tell that for a little bit longer the daily movement of that rising star seemed to be still in the sky. This miraculous winged friend here decided to be just as still. Didn’t … Continue reading
Grasses are wind-pollinated; they need not place their energy into developing showy flowers to attract pollinators and yet they enticed us. The good seed, here playing in the wild patch determined to get into the arena even without a horse.
Expressing emotions while not disrupting the flow of our energy, every precious movement in celebrated flow consistently, assuredly and composedly…it’s a feat for sure. From the nadirs of our fountain of candor, it can’t be denied without a lesson, not … Continue reading
In the face of so much that needs shifting, the only side I’m picking is the one that faces the sun. You see it’s not about picking a side; it’s about shifting a state of frequency. Where are you shifting? … Continue reading
She displayed a spring in her step, followed by a few breaks to peck & take a look around, to sniff the scented afternoon air…scratching, digging rooting up the sod. How does it feel to roam and be free? The … Continue reading
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