Conscious Life.

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?

Petals in my blood.

 

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.

San Fran…

 

Polaroids I took while on holiday…

(Background Sabrina Ward Harrison collages) 

There is nothing like Newness.

New soul healing

New travels

New art ventures

New lover

-Life is blooming early this year.

The winter is full blown shades of grey.

However it feels like a rosy spring day in this heart of mine.

Awakening from the darkness.

I am growing deep, deep and deeper still.

Stretching into the earth for it’s sturdy wisdom as I move forth into another season of LIFE.