Beginning with the Body.

body
 
“Caught in the swirling actions, thoughts, and journeys of others, we lose touch with our breath, our bodies, and the grounding center within us.”
-Patricia Lynn Reilly, Author of I Promise Myself (A great resource.)
My body.
How do I feel in it?
Lately?
I have been struggling to feel full of energy and life.
No matter how much I sleep, how much water I drink or what good foods I put into my body I feel tired.
I’v been achier, slightly nauseated, and sometimes my anxiety gets the very best of me.
Living with an auto immune disease isn’t easy as pie.
I don’t want to continue in a negative spiral, however I want to share honestly that it has been, over the years, quite a struggle.
It takes me up and down. But sometimes more down.
I begin to think negatively towards my body.
I hate this I think. I hate the way I feel. I hate being sick.
It was like an electric bolt to my thoughts.
First I think then my body follows suit.
Not the other way around.
My lover helped me see this.
I have been telling my body I hate it and of course it is going to feel abused, neglected and sick.
My body has been my greatest teacher.
She has withstood many rigorous painful storms.
Both physically and emotionally.
She has continued to walk on even with the aches.
She has continued to breath and be a safe harbor for my emotions and dreams.
She has held me tightly together when I thought everything would fall apart.
She signals me into what I am really feeling.
If I am holding too much in.
Or if I am not being kind to myself.
She transforms with the seasons and years I walk through.
She has been the lover that has never left me.
So to you my dear I am deeply sorry for how I have abused and neglected you.
-I am committed to loving you fully.
I am devoted to sending love deep down to comfort all the wounded places. 
I am committing to listen to you more. To do things that serve towards a healthier vessel. 
 
See article by Mystic Momma about release!
 

Magenta

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 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.

Stumpy Lake

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                                      When I am surrounded by family I feel at home.

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)