This Crimson Rainy Day Friend
Especially its birdsong prodding me to connect with a more intimate expression of myself through this sweet tune of this change of season.
Especially its birdsong prodding me to connect with a more intimate expression of myself through this sweet tune of this change of season.
Because it changed everything and making things became even more enthralling now that colorations and patterns stand out and their stories longing to be heard.
We simply couldn’t have made it without this space, the inspiration from on high of infinite intelligence guiding, directing and revealing…the law of the Almighty radiating love and attention through all the light of the sun. Taking note, waiting, wondering … Continue reading
You are light and sound dancing within the dimension of time. We’re soaking up every last bit of summer here, recalibrating and interweaving new light streams with each stretch…how else does one welcome Leo season?You are the source,you are the … Continue reading
Affirming a state of centeredness in the middle of chaos, an awful lot of peacemoment by moment, a choice. will you fall prey to the state of imbalance,will you allow fear to overwhelm your flow,or will you be still in … Continue reading
Standing by and waiting for someone to change results in playing a great role in your own suffering. I’ve finally become an active participant in creating the change I crave in my life. It’s no small feat…accepting accountability and deciding … Continue reading
Each moment is a new momentnot to wait for the world to change you,but you to be the change you want to seechoose and choose again wisely. “The only person you are destined to become is the person you decide … Continue reading
Reading backwards. No words are necessary anyways as the room infers E-A-T, besides all is changing, be adaptable.
None other than yourself can comprehend,amended social circles and life’s conditions,reexamined interactions, connections and bonds.had to fall to elude it all. In spite of the way you taunted mein the end, it’s not worth proclaiming,the faux-lovers, the forced intimacies, the … Continue reading
Out of religionout of dogmaout of language.Remembrance fades as memory gains.Growing more gracious and ever so compassionate,Recalibrating the circuit boardswirling into attunementstirring into the beyondopening and expandingalwayssofteningexploringviva la womankind and mankindwelcome to the big-time folks.