drip drip

Abundance drips from our everything though we perceive lack

That shit is wack

We are rich in ways we don’t value enough

Yea, this existence is rough

But please believe with me that we have more than enough

Come through gratitude

Come through riches

 

Advertisements

Notes to our mini

I knew your Dad was the one when I told him that family members have suggested I get braces and he calmly responded, “Fuck some braces.”

Sometimes our love is just as crooked as my bottom teeth- we aren’t perfect. But what we have it is real – for better or worse.

 

 

 

Freed: New Moon

76E7F448-9B9F-4A9A-A821-CAA33BA0F4ED

Luv and Lust almost cost me my true Love

Levitate I did to higher plains of awareness

New Moon, new intention, new direction

Never again bound by shadows

Illuminated by the true love of my Sun

Luv, Lust, and the Lessons I’ve learned made my true Love stronger

 

 

 

Dream Teacher

Once upon a time, there was a beautiful teacher. Her classroom was filled with art and big floor to ceiling windows that allowed for the sun’s golden rays to pour in. Other teachers thought of her as a bit unorthodoxies. But that was OK. She knew what she was here to do and the thoughts of others would not distract her.

She had requested her children be allowed to have a longer nap time. She wanted each of her students to be able to wake up in their own way. Waking up was a beautifully unique experience and she felt it in her heart, right in the God space, that this was the lesson that they must learn for their lives. She wanted them to learn to respect and value their dreams and the dreams of others and appreciate the present from an awareness of the connection between their dreams and their realities. You see, their dreams would create their realities. She placed flowers and luscious plants around the classroom, and played soft affirmations throughout the day, she talked about feelings and colors, and what they meant. She taught them to list the things they were grateful for and to appreciate Mother Earth as they connected their toes to the soil. She helped them to understand the complexities of negatives, positives, and balance. All of these things were to fertilize the soil of their subconscious and to enrich the roots of the trees that she hoped would bear healthy fruit in their conscious minds.

She had one little one that never seemed to need to sleep so she didn’t force her. She provided that little old soul with loner tendencies new tasks to complete during nap-time. Sometimes the little girl helped to get the snacks ready or she read books. Sometimes the teacher asked her to draw pictures of what her life looked like in vast detail and sometimes she simply sat in silence swirling in the present. She wanted the little girl to understand that though her classmates were not awake she was not alone and that she could still begin to actualize her dreams in that silence. She could learn, grow, and create in that silence. That was a blessing.

Each day the children would begin to stir around the 33rd minute of the hour.
Two or three would wake up early stretching it out and moving back to their seats, chitter-chattering along the way connecting simply because they had woken up first. On occasion, she had to check their little attitudes because they seemed to think that it was a race, that because they were first to wake up that somehow they were more special. They had not realized that her little helper, her little old soul had been awake the whole time creating in the quiet. She thought it curious that her early risers tried to guide the old soul as if they knew it all. This made her laugh. One afternoon she held the old soul’s hand and looked deep into her wide eyes and reminded her to listen to her own voice. It had gotten strong in the silence. She could trust that voice. She could use that same voice to tell those little egos to mind their own destiny. After a while, the early risers stopped with this conscious competition. They learned that it caused them to miss out on knowledge and blocked their blessings and actually slowed them down. They took on a new role.

The early risers learned to love on and help the sleeping dreamers who woke up crying. Sometimes waking up is scary and you need some soothing. She had some little ones that would wake up ready to run outside and play. Let’s go! they would shout. There were others that would wake up and just lay there processing. They would rise and take their places. She had some that would wake up and fall back asleep and wake up and fall back asleep. She knew that she would have to assist them in breaking this pattern. The time for dreaming is over. Be fearless and get up. There are beautiful things waiting, but they can’t wait forever she said firmly but loving as she gently shook their shoulders. It was time to start tuning in. It was time to start living in the present moment.
Nap time was special. The sleeping dreamers would become the reality creators. The teacher thanked God every day that she could be there in sunshine filled rooms filled with art to teach the children to dream to believe to actualize. Because one day the sleeping dreamers would elevate the whole world.
God bless the sleeping dreamers and the reality creators.

 

What do I know?

So how will you treat me in my ignorance?

How will you deal with your perception of my knowing?

Will you angrily yell the facts at me and hang up the phone?

Will you look down your intelligent nose and laugh at my lack of understanding? Will you make sure that I get it- repeating 2 times then sending me 8 links to concrete the knowledge?

Will you admit that you don’t know either – but commit to figuring it out with me?

Will you give me a chance to know?

To ask? To make mistakes? To fail?

What will you choose?

Will you quit loving me because I don’t “listen”?

Will you remember that your lessons aren’t necessarily my lessons?

Will you remind me to know for myself?

I only ask because maybe my ignorance is your ignorance and my knowing is your knowing… Or maybe we are all ignorant and we just don’t know?

How will you treat me in my ignorance?

What if we chose to perceive ignorance as a representation of infinite knowledge potential?

*Laughs – What if?

We are learning and teaching each other all the time – So may I have your patience ’cause I just wanna know?

Revolving

img_0913

How long will it take before they realize they have become their own oppressors?

Pushing policies that perpetually create division of mind, body, and spirit

The Dis- ease in their bodies simply a manifestation of the disease that began in the mind

They persist with the pushing of suffocating paradigms suspending their own expansion

Brief moments of peace and harmony give way to clear visions of their Highest selves

Yet they persist …

But could this be a beautiful thing?

Could all of the policies, paradigms, division, and degradation be a catalyst for revolution?

Beautiful revolution

Pushing past the policies, paradigms, division, degradation, and even dimensions

Spiritual Revolution

Mental Liberation

Physical Manifestation

How long will it take before they realized they are the owners of their freedom?