The Way Of Integrity

The Way Of Integrity

You can’t love someone into loving you if they don’t even know what love feels like, isn’t that right Emerson? “Peace is your home, integrity is the way to it and everything you long for will meet you there.” – … Continue reading

Playing Yourself

Playing Yourself

Standing by and waiting for someone to change results in playing a great role in your own suffering. I’ve finally become an active participant in creating the change I crave in my life. It’s no small feat…accepting accountability and deciding … Continue reading

Make It Something Beautiful

Well, here we are in our idiosyncrasies and in our rareness…an am dedicated to sketching and painting our gratitude and a little stretching outdoors under the sun. Gratitude in every moment and every way…feeling full.

Party Isn’t Over Yet.

Party Isn’t Over Yet.

Raised on love, perse flowers headsThriving in abundance, a single blade in lush greenswardLasting beyond the frost, the courageous onesdashing its way in, the surprisingly obvious Not knowing what’s ahead, all that’s avoidedAll that we have, the presentSomething lost in … Continue reading

Settling In

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

The Feeling That Does Not Pass

Some lives stick to predictable paths. Those that dare to trek off the beaten path are most motivating and as a result most fascinating and curiously enough are not the most trodden fellas. No, their souls are alive, burning for … Continue reading

All Lined Up

All Lined Up

Got my ducks all lined up, the ones on the edge seemed to be dissenting. Blessed are the ones skirting the edge and thank God Almighty for those jumping the shark.

Where Rivers Meet.

Where Rivers Meet.

All the water below me came from above. All the clouds living in the mountains gave it to the rivers, who gave it to the sea, which was their dying. -David Whyte

Chromatic Shifts

Chromatic Shifts

Connected to the wild, an intimate and raw me.Taunted, manipulated, abandoned, discarded no more.Out of red-hot ashes, my worthiness.A journey of the heart, no better time than now to leap and bound.Bringing me out of the dark, tones of a … Continue reading

On Mysteries and Withers

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