Turns out my spaceship is a one-seater
Not too much space in the trunk either
Solo flights in the middle of the night to the highest of heights
Long conversations with my own soul make me whole – again and again
Taking back my time and attention from this dimension
I turn it all inward- focused ascension
Turns out my spaceship is one seater
I’ll feel you when you get here
I sketched myself as Virgin de Guadalupe and wrote this poem in September. Better late then never player.
As it thundered and stormed
she prepared to leave
all-weather she was
Come inside! yelled the fretful
You won’t survive! yelled the fearful
like an owl her head turned to face them one last time
is this what you call living?
resting fearfully on the periphery of your so called humanity
Inside these boxes – surviving
this could be your last September she said to them all
silence weighed heavy on the moment
nothing was the same
they could never go back
true colors had been shown
from the lessons she had grown
You can live this life faithfully or live it fearfully
not my business either way she said with a smile
good luck in this lifetime
Now it’s time for me to live mine
stepping into the storm she became one
with the wind
the rain
the pain
and burst into golden light
Transcending the bullshit
Hello October
Are you ready to start over?
The rusty metal of the hanger seemed to beg for embellishment or at least that’s what I told myself.
Faux flowers
Green wire
Strong shears
I cut, wrap, and rework, remembering how my mom used to make wreaths for holidays and as gifts.
Moments like this one connect me to her in a positive way. I laugh to myself and thank God for the opportunity to see her from a different perspective, past, and present.
Faux flowers
Green wire
Strong shears
The words truth and transparency tumbled around her soul and swirled around her heart.
Oscillating in every direction, shaking loose the untruths from the root.
Truth and Transparency
https://music.apple.com/us/album/who-you-are/1065579591?i=1065579593
It has to be real – sang an intergalactic angel.
Eye of Asia, 2017
Mixed Media on Canvas
24in x 36in
Do you remember who you are? You are cosmic at your root love.
Celestial Me
Acrylic on Canvas/ 1 small crystal
36in x 36in
Tiffany Moon
Vibrational Intelligence, 2016
Mixed media on canvas
30 in x 40 in
“When coming together as two or more, it is important and helpful to set an intentional context. This can best be facilitated by recognizing, acknowledging and affirming our true identity.
We come together as representatives of a reality far greater than what meets the eye. We are spiritual beings first, experiencing the in-corporation of the flesh: in corporare. We are, in fact, expressions of pure consciousness that has emerged from an intelligent field of energy. It is the Field. Socrates’ Plenum. Planks’s Quantum Universe.
It is a vibrating field. We are vibratory beings. This Field, our Universe and beyond, is replete with spiraling components. We ourselves are a condensate, as it were, of that intelligent, purposeful vibrational energy that is spiraling so quickly as to have formed what appears to be a solid. Think of the way a cyclone gathers energy, spiraling with greater and greater intensity, until it forms a virtual cone of “cycloneness.” It has become an identifiable object in its own right, though it began as no-thing at all.
The degree to which we re-cognize, remember and understand this, is a measure of our level of VQ, of our Vibrational Quotient. ” – Eve Konstantine, MPH
I strive for vIbraTionAL IntElliGenCe.
I strive for vIbraTionAL IntElliGenCe.
I strive for vIbraTionAL IntElliGenCe.
Work Cited
Konstantine, Eve. “VQ and the Evolutionary Co-ordination Part 1.” 13 Aug. 2011. https://evekonstantine.wordpress.com/2011/08/13/vq-and-the-evolutionary-co-ordination-part-1-2/. Accesssed 18 Jan. 2017.
Tiffany Moon
Baby Blues, 2016
Mixed media on canvas
I created this during a bout of baby blues to remind myself that my little babies are out there percolating. Until my love and are blessed with our own I will paint for them, pray for them, write to them, and love them. Ain’t no more baby blues.
“I drank again from the water bottle and its garish sleeve. Plain water to give me plain courage. For it was time to be honest with myself. To survive all the shame this world will throw at you, you have to hold yourself tall, look your accuser straight in the eye. Even if it’s your own face looking back at you.” -Nalo Hopkinson from The New Moon’s Arms
Odd lovely photo by me- M. Tiffany
Tiffany Moon
Late Bloomin’
Acrylic on Canvas
58” x 24″
When I paint it is my higher self speaking through/to me. In this case she was telling me that blooming late is beautiful. Ain’t no rush.
This painting needs more time to grow.
Ain’t no rush.
*Continues to paint in the garden
