Blessings, Your Cosmic Penpal

[An excerpt from a cosmic conversation]

I’ve been very ”in my feelings” in a beautiful way. I think Venus Retrograde has something to do with it. I feel like I’m floating through my own inner worlds. Reversing through my own love stories,platonic, romantic, and familial, pulling apart the experiences, keeping what I need and want. Throwing a lot away. A lot.

I’ve been creating for myself even more it helps with the feelings. I have a new appreciation for my collective experience.
This experience feels like a romance of self.

I’ve been getting up very early- morning silence is golden.

I’m learning to slow down and savor moments that I enjoy.

*Savors moment*

I was super in love with these 2 song many many moons ago. Apparently, I’m retrograding through music too.

Writer’s note: We make time for what we want to make time for. We do our best. Patience

smoke + mirrors

smoke + mirrors

he was

was he (?)

didn’t stick around to find out

listened to my heart no songs it sang

loved me to much

worked on me to much to treasure hunt with these nig-   Laughs

I am the gold

I have goals

foolin’  with smoke and mirrors ain’t one of ‘em

smoke + mirrors

he was

was he (?)

didn’t stick around to find out

Writer’s note:  things that are real tend to be clear – it is or it ain’t

Spirit of Teena

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Laying in the bed listening to Teena Marie
Wondering if he is the man for me
How many ways can love set me free?
Girl- you already free said Teena Marie
Free to be you
Focus on what you gotta do
It ain’t him
Don’t be out here on a limb
Free yo’ self
Step up off that shelf
Manifest some wealth
Increase yo’ health
Do you hear me?
You are magic
Yo’ shit ain’t tragic
Beautiful girl
This is yo’ world
Don’t you cry or even sigh
Get up!
We are on yo’ side
Girl- you are already free laughed Teena Marie

photo via – Pinterest

Baby Blues

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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.