On Serving
Your perception of me is a reflection of you; my reaction to you is an awareness of me. If you believe, as I do, that our actions or reactions evolve in our homes, in our daily lives, and in our hearts where … Continue reading
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The Last Dance
Already far with advancing wisdomHave we disposed of all righteous freedomsand have all spirits absconded into the twilightfar from the planet of abundancewith myriad forms of blissfulnessand all benefactors themselves, sophos none to remainon such a hallowed land.But transcend the … Continue reading
Precious.
Pepper found her to be worthy of extra-special attention. We were nearby chatting and Pepper couldn’t help herself…she has so much to give—love you back Peppa dear! Love you more baby bear to the moon and beyond!
On Extension
So self-assured, sagacious and adept to anyone who takes a moment to finding meaning in something rather than nothing. And would you look at those extensions…they could make dancers long to have higher leg extensions.
Reconnecting.
Gathering around a ring of fire in gratitude does the trick. People who express gratitude create pools of generosity in the world around them. –Martha Beck
Settling In
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
On Mysteries and Withers
What no man knowsfrom the unknownto the unknownand in between a glimmering moment. The hush of a peaceful twinklingbrought face-to-face withsilence,satisfaction,that moment that draws close to our hearts of being. Not through a social triumphnor a shared fear terrorbut in … Continue reading
A Stands for Affection
I’ve learned a notable amount of the ABC’s of the heart here and the code of living in the moment as these creatures do readily and for the highest outcome of pure truth—the supreme gospel of all the majesties of … Continue reading
Stretching My Dream Muscles.
My future self has extended her sun-kissed hand to pull me out of the murky chemtrail haze and into this sandy oasis. It’s a long time coming this fresh coat, I’ve been itching for years now and oh yes, she … Continue reading
Into the Mist of the Unknown
A little dwellingwith a wood burning fireplaceon a still lakesurrounded by the sound of wind rustling through the trees.and laughter,bouts of it around the fireafter rounds of singing,reverberating the unseen.that preserved beauty,missed in the haziness above the waters,the reminders of … Continue reading
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