Golden Solitude

Secluded she sang songs to herself
Each note took her higher and higher while some how grounding her to earthly reality
Quiet is something you can feel
Secluded and safe she bathed in silence
Nothing about silence felt empty
Whole she felt
The transmutation of loneliness to golden solitude
She found her everything in silence
Purpose
Focus
Heaven
Secluded she sang songs to herself
Songs of love
Love of all that was
Love of all there is
Love of all that will be
Each note her little boat
On the river of calm and clarity
Secluded she sang songs

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Heart/Home

Home is where the heart is

Stop

Take 3 deep breaths and put your hand on your chest

Home is where the heart is and your heart is in your body

The temple of your body is your home

How are you taking care of your home?

Have you prayed in the temple for your temple?

Home Home

Home is where your heart beats

Where your nerves and brain meet

Heart Heart

Heart is where your home is

Royal Palm

[found this in an email to myself from 2014]

She rode thru old spaces
Thinking of all those places
The words that fell from faces
Their weight had held her down
Horrified that she would drown
She now realized that  fight she fought
And the fucked up shit it brought
Those actions were the offspring of fear
Amanayea came with the light & made it clear
Fear is Darkness meddling in your mind
Awakened to Truth she put fear’s ass in line
She refused to focus on the fuckedupness of life
the constant replaying of perceived strife
She rode thru old spaces
Thinking of all those places
The words that fell from faces
They were never holding her down-
They were building her up so she could wear the crown

You have Time Woman

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Time tells tales of strength and weakness

Eternal longevity

Tick tocking seconds and minutes fall off clocks that aren’t real

Time tells tales of love and lost at zero costs

Eras and periods constantly give way to new days, infinitely wrapping around the neck of forever like the perfect pashmina

Time tells tales of legends and myths sailing by on ships of selfless and selfish acts

Dancing in storms of self created anguish and angst and passion and pleasure

Wonder women and wandering women finding their way through time

Time tells tales and I am here to listen with my infinite ear

 

 

Diamond like Love

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Their love was made of diamonds so she could wait for him and he could wait for her…
I think that I have made love much harder than it needs to be. Listening to voices that weren’t my own. Not understanding what love really is. Even being too hard on myself and him too.
Its been a rough couple of months. Showtime show worthy. The memory that often brings me back to center is of him holding me and me feeling safe enough to sleep.
Maybe that’s love. Love holds on to you securely even when you have lost your mind and patiently waits for you to find your way back.
I have a love like that. I do. But I’ve got to make sure that I can evenly exchange. I must love myself in a strong secure unwavering way. I believe I do.
He tells me he’s not going anywhere. It seems that neither am I.
Their love was made of diamonds so she could wait for him and he could wait for her…
August I am waiting.

Find Us

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The little girls are magical

Little boys too -but could you focus on the feminine with me?

Little girls are creators -Growing

Teenage girls are creators – Growing

Women are creators

The depth of our ability to create so great that life forms inside of our bodies

We are the vessels through which life passes and so much more. That is powerful

Women are powerful creators- Growing

Teenage girls are powerful creators – Growing

Little girls are powerful creators

So we must love serve protect respect appreciate honor and value the little girls- the teenage girls – and the women -before we lose anymore

Find ourselves – Find our girls – Never lose them again

photo: My magical nieces at the beach a few days ago