Something Above
“The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars but in ourselves, that we are underlings.” (Julius Caesar, Act I, Scene III, L. 140-141). –Shakespeare
Tag Archives: stars
All That Dark
Whatcha gonna do with all that dark, all that dark inside your heart? me: Find a way to glow in it.
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
All The Way Up
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
S Stands For Star
…which you are without a doubt. I’ve mentioned before we find beauty in our daily adventures. And even with oversaturated night pollution, this resplendent one born from my wish and embodied by the stars, stopped here in mid play to … Continue reading
Into the Wee Hours
My allegiance is to the sun, always will be. But I was curious to check out the Earth’s shadow draped over today’s wee small hours of the morning moon across the Americas. We got shadow work indeed over here to … Continue reading
Dear Universe
I seemed to have veered off course, can you help me find my way back home? I miss my tribe and our peaceful bliss and living in our abundance and how we lit up the universe. Your twinkling stars are … Continue reading
Don’t Miss Out
Don’t Miss Out All this petty worry,fallen understandably into the nadir.Trapped in the fear of feeling something fully.No doubt circumstance of the day,have a lot to say where we are this era.Time not to fret; you are protected.Wake from the … Continue reading
Fallen Stars
Forsaken, forgotten & forever adrift So many like yours, lost and adrift. I will not forsake my own. For the nights you promised fireworks, were merely distractions from the climbing stars of the purple dusk. I listened through your ears … Continue reading
Shed a Tear Cause I’m Missing You
Yesterday morning was a tough one. The distress came out in those glossy eyes, those eyes that when first opened I was there to receive. There she hunkered on the couch in the dark, alone to grieve for her mama. … Continue reading
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