Moving with wind, swaying with breeze, I gazed up at skies and trees. I danced. I danced my feet into the earth. My base claimed my space. My hips held me as I freed my heart and danced in the art of my garden. Birds’ songs danced along with my song as I whistled and worked in my garden. I ...
Celebrate you.
Not just the achievements.
Nor merely the survivals.
But the calm and the mundane as well.
For it is the canvas holding you
the space upon which you are (being) painted.
Perhaps now we can get down to the business of achieving a sincere answer to a very urgent question: What might you do, in earnest, to loosen the strictures that have so cleverly bound up your potential and drained your wealth?
I collect these moments. As if they are shiny gold pieces and the brightest ruby and shimmering emerald stones. Treasures often found after digging through the mud.
Spirituality, to me, is different from being religious, as I see it as my direct relationship with a supreme being -- the source of all life. I understand the inherent worth of all religions and accept many of their wonderful teachings, but I’m not tied down to any of their dogma.
The masks may have been a coping mechanism, to help shield you from a confusing world, but ultimately they are a cage. They are there to corral that spark of exuberant life that just doesn’t quite meet society’s standards of acceptable. They separate you from the aliveness inherent in your own soul.
If you want magic in your life, you’ll need to pull out your magic stick, open your eyes and brighten your vision. Allow your heart to crack wide open and absorb the elements and alive energy that’s right in front you.
One day, Lady Darkness will have a gift for you, as long as you entertain her in your boudoir and allow her to be your lady in waiting. In her you will find strength, grounding, creativity, death, connection, love, and awareness.