Gearing Up
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
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
From within, a static infliction in all my cellslids soft, heart nearly stillslow, deep breath.Am I breathing or is it you breathing for me?One breath of life, percolating, bubbling from bottom to top. Out of the barn, a cleaner purer … Continue reading
The present is where all the good stuff resides. To live in the dream is to live in the knowing, to live in fear, frightens you out of present happiness and threatens all that could be taken. Live your dream.
See yourself well.Rise,Face East,Deep breaths, each a wish on their own.Presently, feeling from secrets inside the earthLife locked within, glowing golden suninfinite programs of pure loveso vast, never to find its endStand in your heartTell us about yourself.Bless us with … Continue reading
“He does not hesitate at our boldest measures, but rather seems to think us, too irresolute, and backward.” -John Adams about Benjamin Franklin. Feelings this knowing that what’s in our hearts is the nucleus of our expression and emission we … Continue reading
Whilst we are here, we believe we can fly. This row of rings does not require energy if approached efficiently, yet each ring grants us the momentum to propel us to the next ring carrying us onto an opportune lifeline, … Continue reading
“My story isn’t pleasant, it’s not sweet and harmonious like the invented stories; it tastes of folly and bewilderment, of madness and dream, like the life of all people who no longer want to lie themselves.” -Hermann Hesse At nightfall, … Continue reading
I had a caption for this. It was crafty. I thought to myself, I ought to write it down. I didn’t. I forgot what the small voice whispered to me. But my vibrant artist has sketched a few of these. … Continue reading
How is it my micro girl, a lengthy way in reaching her double digits, has more upper strength than me? I can’t complete this trapeze course and yet she swings back and forth with ease and doesn’t want to desert … Continue reading