Chat Noir
I met up with my chat noir after one year, same spot, same witching hour, same infinity looping…coincident? I think not. Reposting this, one year and 28 days later on the cusp of a new moon…must be the season of … Continue reading
I met up with my chat noir after one year, same spot, same witching hour, same infinity looping…coincident? I think not. Reposting this, one year and 28 days later on the cusp of a new moon…must be the season of … Continue reading
This ain’t no wandering path through dense thicket nor the shade of a grove of pines, but fairies must be around the bend dancing to the beats of the pitter patter of the start of rain. Along with gnomes, sprites … Continue reading
It’s no wonder I sparkle…look what I ingest. Pure beauty. Pure love. Have a closer look at your food…bet you didn’t know cinnamon can sparkle like this? Did you know a fellow being could create such beauty? Can you imagine … Continue reading
The world will ask you who you are and if you don’t know it will tell you. – Carl Jung It’s never been a better time to remind yourself and to remind the world who you came here to be. … Continue reading
I like to see where things are going in unscripted conversations that entice people along on an explosive journey. These days, there’s an unlimited streaming of such dialogs to take part in but many meander aimlessly until a provocative and … Continue reading
Along comes a lass whose smile blessesfrom a far away landto guide, and train and be to those in the valley below.And along with her more benedictions–Zoro, Scotch and Bear.They came in style at least according to little mama whose … Continue reading
You, my wild child of the universe,I will for always shield your heart from dictations of a detached gospel.For you arrived to show us what is beyond our dream spell.Enlivened by the once-in-a-galaxy challenge,your sparkle is but the kindle for … Continue reading
No question whose country it is out yonder. City slickers have a whole lot of words these days. Words create separation. Good thing there aren’t many out this way, only a beating heart to be heard. Nothing else instructing it … Continue reading
The thing about angels is we are so distracted we don’t even notice their fluttering wings spawning and weaving our dreams into the breeze sweetly whispering into our ears. If only we untethered ourselves from torpedoing weighted thoughts to float … Continue reading
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