Emerging out of a temptuous quarter-of-century codependent relationship, I find solace on these tolerant and patient stones that blessedly don’t tug on my empathetic tendencies. Nothing exploding here but a little iaomai (ee-ah’-om-ah-ee) physical healing, to repair the temple alter.
Make it beautiful or make it bold, unless of course you do both. She’s at it again, that Mother Nature of ours bold, vibrant and verdantly beautiful.
From the heavens, gracesurrounding me, abundanceembracing me, lightinto my heart, morning prayerswhere I am, you are.
If you took heed, you could almost tell that for a little bit longer the daily movement of that rising star seemed to be still in the sky. This miraculous winged friend here decided to be just as still. Didn’t … Continue reading
Expressing emotions while not disrupting the flow of our energy, every precious movement in celebrated flow consistently, assuredly and composedly…it’s a feat for sure. From the nadirs of our fountain of candor, it can’t be denied without a lesson, not … Continue reading
Two squares past we layed out our burdens for the magical transformation our dearest mama Earth lovingly fulfills—they were never meant for us to carry. It’s not such a radical act as we may think…unload it all then willfully create … Continue reading
I drew a line for you,yet inward still you spiraled,Never an honest wordand so I drew one for me.And now I gaze atwhere I wanted to go,oh the light you left for me, everglow.
Spawned from birth, love and lightOn the threshold, blossoming emotionsUpon blowing winds, resounding test of enduranceWithin discovery, a pale nobilityUpon awakening, a final frost threatenBeyond a rising sun, an expanding heartForever mesmerized, my creations.
“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
Integrating, stretching in silence. Making peace, reconciling. Choosing another way. Full of life, full of light merry and bright. Her ‘lil nook of inspiration simply, gloriously… a warrior princess in the making. A little orange blossom honey in the am … Continue reading
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