Jan 25, 2014 | Love
Love is:
Love is the scar on your knee’s your mother kissed.
Love is the battered package you received in the mail the other day.
Love is the sound of the wind escaping through the small gap in your window.
Love is the orange glow the fire cast on your lovers skin.
Love is hands worn with time and the things they have made.
Love is your nieces’s tangled curly hair.
Love is building forts at midnight and laughing uncontrollably.
Love is reading green eggs and ham over and over and OVER.
Love is knowing when not to give up.
Love is eating dinner on an Italian patio listening to Frank Sinatra.
Love is dancing in the rain to “Home”.
Love is lemon drop colored leaves.
Love is the half smile you wear.
Jan 24, 2014 | Global
It was a quick beauty.
The shades of magenta the sky turned just before the sun silently fell asleep.
We were cold, but enchanted.
How could we not be?
Nature is and will always be what fills me to the depths of my soul.
I could never live in an iron city full of glass walls.
I must be among the meadows, the towering tree’s and the sea.
Jan 20, 2014 | Global
When I am surrounded by family I feel at home.
Jan 10, 2014 | Global
Living a conscious life is difficult.
It takes courage to stay tuned in and sensitive.
Courage to: Really dig deep.
Courage for: Honest pouring.
Courage for: Raw vibrant dialogue.
Courage to: Transform the shadow side into shimmering serving stories.
Will you rise up with me today and have courage to be present and conscious?
Jan 7, 2014 | Global
My lover has given me flowers.
(Yet they are so much more than this.)
You see these are my favorite flowers and he is the very first to have ever purchased them for me.
These flowers symbolize much more than an incredibly sweet gesture of amazingly magical blooms.
They are new beginnings and hope.
They breath life into my chest.
Petals flowing in my blood.
They represent the strength it took to grow through a load of dirt and shit to become something rare and beautiful.
They are layered, layered and layered, like my very own soul.
This year I have already began stepping into a new strength that had begun to take shape in my bones last year.
A strength born of fire and ash.
A strength that has carried me many places high and deep into the shadows.
I call upon this strength to forge a new future out of the varied passions I have been cultivating for what seems like forever.
I am overwhelmed with the over flow of last years excitement and anticipation for what this year has to offer.
Fresh and full of life like these blooms.
