not perfect, this journeynot meant to be easy, also this journey.how else to grow and expand? blessings, not merely for those who kneelbut for those who do,when a red carpet is rolled out for you,there’s your clue to transcend suffering … Continue reading
I don’t doubt for a second that these end-of-the summer jewels are gratefully and gracefully growing, and loving every minute of basking in the sun. Inspired from within, they need not bend to mishapened persuasion. It’s a brave act no … Continue reading
It’s going to take some kind of ferociousness, some kind of pluck to embark on a solo journey…this phat cat deserves a starring role for his courage. What radiance he carries as he roams both alone and wholly accompanied in … Continue reading
Fruits are swelling, nuts are falling…we’re still rolling and growing and sometimes falling. We’ve been at it for four days out of the five, the fourth day an imposed day of rest due to the downpour. It’s a means of … Continue reading
When I’m not beneath the shade of my canopy of trees and focused on living in peace, I’m finding growth where others create authentically, affectionately and lovingly…everything else may fall beneath my feet.
We were properly brought up to a lot of not to’s…not to run, splash or give unsolicited opinion, worse yet not to be authentic. year after year…it’s breaking to the spirit instead of joyously tolling on yet another day, another … Continue reading
“…Even now, I’m all aloneBehind a wall that’s made of stone…” -New Order Still find it hard to play the victim, for a leader you are not if you have fallen to its ruse, nor will you ever be. Nor … Continue reading
It’s just me in here no other sound but the hydraulic lift humming and my contended breathing…just breathe my child, just breathe. Into the depths of the dark and unseen we go, one breath at a time, submerge yourself…it’s a … Continue reading
“This being human is a guest house.Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness,some momentary awareness comesAs an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all!Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,who violently sweep your houseempty of its … 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
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