What footprints are we lending while bearing down on our precious Mother Earth? Is there hope in such a reality, where so few of us do see with wide eyes?
My inner world is a sacred ground where my creative spirit is tending to novel ideas and works of art in their infancy...not a place for emotional toxicity.
These are not mantras for the fainthearted. They take into account that sometimes life is a bed of nails blanketed over by chocolate-covered rose petals.