Presidental Love

Dear reflection

If there was an election

I would cast my vote for you

The way you love me is presidental, monumental

Deep diving in love songs you play just for me

Self love, my favorite glove protecting me inside and out

Dear reflection

If there was an election

I would cast my vote for you

Love, Yourself

I am here

I deleted Instagram off my phone. Though there are always beautiful things/ people on there, I am happier when I do not engage with it. Straight like that.

I was reading my last post, reflecting on my reflection, and I do not think I have as much trouble connecting as I claimed. I must remember to think of connection it terms what, how, who, quality vs quantity, and duration of a connection.

I connect best in real life AFTER I have connected with God and myself. Periodt. I can be communicated with at this address: downtoearthalienart@gmail.com. I am old lady fresh and enjoy e-mail.

Blessings and have a beautiful day no matter what comes your way.

I am.


3 lights in a dark house

Beaten

Bullied 

Broken

Somehow the tribe survived 

Blessed 

Blossoming 

Beloved

Somehow the tribe thrived

Writer’s note: Some Earthlings create from the deep chasms of pain they have experienced here in this dimension, turning ugliness into golden beauty.  In creating they are healing themselves and those around them. (The alchemy of art is everything.) Creating to elevate. We are okay and healing takes time.

Relived – relieved – Released

Dearest One,

It is my sincere hope that you are thinking of me never and leaving me alone always. None of it was real. Aren’t you relieved? I am. 

Thank you,

Someone you never really knew