In Celebration of Peter Pans.
My dating types are Peter Pans. Maybe, to us, self-professed Renaissance women, their appearance in our lives stimulates and tips over our creativity.
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Lucie Uhlarova
Yuba River. {poetry}
The Yuba river in northern CA held me and turned me in the white water of her hands one weekend when I didn’t think I could ever open myself again.
Our Scars Are Our War Paint.
Our scars are where our true beauty lies. They are the openings where our light, if we choose to let it, can truly shine through.
Schismism: We Are All Here to Love Our Neighbors.
We all have differing thoughts, ideas, purposes and plans, but beneath it all, we are all created by Love, and love is love, no matter how.
Dear Scale, It’s Been Years.
I was wearied from waiting for you to come around. And tired... of allowing what you said to control the course of my days, my weeks, my months and years.
This Is the Story of Your Birth.
When a star burns up, it is total. It’s explosive. It’s chaos... You could not ask for a more beautiful death, and therefore, a more beautiful birth.
Why I Am Giving up on Finding the Love of My Life.
I realized that all of the unanswered prayers for love weren't a knock back from the Universe. It wasn't my guides playing tricks on me.
Trust Your Angels.
Angels can speak in symbols, like letters and digits. Look for reoccurring number sequences... and start to match meaning with your experience.
Like Clockwork: Money and the Fear Factor.
If you want to make money and live well, get out of your head and into the game, it's all in an attitude adjustment... and getting out of your own way.
Sometimes You Are Orange: A Love Letter to My Best Friend. {spoken word poetry}
Your prescription bottles
And prescription glasses are both autumn orange.
I wonder if it’s difficult to discern
which one changes the way you see the world