Mastering the Art
Mastering the art of “I don’t give a fuck.” Not as simplest of skills, but practice makes perfect, so they say… November escaped me. Writing took a back seat to life. And what a life it has been been unfolding.…
View PostMastering the art of “I don’t give a fuck.” Not as simplest of skills, but practice makes perfect, so they say… November escaped me. Writing took a back seat to life. And what a life it has been been unfolding.…
View Post“In Deep Embrace” came through so peacefully… Fall is the perfect time to reflect and embrace change. It’s a season for balancing light and dark within, letting go and accepting the impermanence of things in life… As leaves are in…
View PostI was writing and writing and writing. Then, the wine took over and I continue to try to make sense, but it didn’t. So, I switched to freestyle… I was writing something about being protected. How that feeling has been…
View PostThe location was different. The house, the land. Driving in the morning hours, and listening to music felt comforting to ease into the day. A day that will bring some resolution. I asked for clarity. The intention sent was to…
View PostToday I’m stepping into something amazing. Something new and a bit intimidating. “Age is just a number,” they say… Yes, I agree… But is an important number, to me… My mother passed away at this very age. It terrified me to reach…
View PostWhat a perfect day for writing. Rainy. Sleepy. Dreamy August Sunday… Romance fills my body. My desires are deeper than my dimensional reality. Pillow thoughts. Feathers dance… Waiting drawns all hopes. Letting my precious time slip. Lets it slip. Slip.…
View PostLast one. A full week of embodied emotions. They are still very much part of my breath – North. South. and back to Equator.
View PostI think her greatest hope was that he wouldn’t give up on her. When she had her hesitation. Even when she turned away so definitely. She hoped he would fight for her return.
View PostRain. Rain. Rain. It’s kind of nice…. I get lost. Dreamy lust. Raindrops speak. Listen. Maybe they can tell us something pleasant. Something from the past that still holds true. Something that can make the heart smile. Downpour of emotions.
View PostThere are two things that can motivate a person in life; the fear of pain and the desire for pleasure. I choose pleasure, for the most part, that’s what I choose. I choose to feel it in my life as…
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