It Was to Be a Memorable Year, My Turning Point.
Sylvia got me on the right track, and Dr. X last year reminded me to keep pressing on. I am hatching a master plan for my life.
Sometimes We Call That Poetry.
I walked home everyday for most of a year, under sunsets that taught Mucha his color and inspired Smetana’s symphonies. I’ve watched ballet at the Bolshoi and known Red Square — with and without her snows. I’ve touched the burning bush and walked on The Great Pyramid. I’ve been ...
Improve Relationships, Stop People-Pleasing.
As I began to share more in my relationships, it helped others to open up. One friend said, “Keep sharing, it helps us too!”
The First Time I Felt the Energy Flow. {poetry}
While I am giving Reiki, another marvelous gift is that I am also filled with the healing energy. This gives me a profound sense of peace.
Tears Flood the Garden. {Poetry}
This garden of tropical flowers, plants, trees and sunlight, with its fractured shadows dancing on the lanai, comforts me as I grieve.
Feel Overwhelmed? Regain Control in 5 Easy Steps.
It is possible to shift your mindset, even when you feel completely out of control! All you have to do is follow these five simple steps.
See Them Going Mad and Dead as Dolls Without a Soul.
Can't you see them going mad and dead as dolls without a soul? Thinking they can pretend as you holding your pretenses of platonic love to me.
A Euclidean Curse of Parallel Lines. {poetry}
Locked in anima’s embrace, we fell from the stars and into a Euclidean curse of parallel lines, destined to travel lifetimes.
I Stick To the Wall With a Frown. {poetry}
Clock in sway across the wall, apparitions mobile from void spring tall, with ease consummate and rare, traverse everywhere.
The Labyrinth: A Series of Art. {Part Twenty Three: Sacred Reinvention}
Now begins your sacred reinvention -- a breaking down of who you always thought you were, and a blossoming into something else entirely.