potential of possibility he came and went. this style. of existence. not knowing my stance that… everyone leaves. i stopped my heart before it could commence; rejecting this world for what i believe. if he sees one truth, then let it be me. his pieces snapped in. my kaleidoscope gaze. he stared into me. what does he see? endeavoring to mask my faith. my hope… in my headspace walls, none of it matters. i have rainbows of ways to deal and...
Namaste blog tribe Most of our loyal cult affiliates are aware that my birthday never goes for only one day. It usually ebbs and flows for a week-ish and I spend the month of September shouting out the whole being born concept. I've always just felt if there's one thing to celebrate, it's your birthday. Meanwhile, I've developed this affinity for bottle popping. You see, if you're a feisty female ready to go out whenever, New York City club...
Another birthday is upon us blog family! I'm hiding in the country with my folks - writing stories, laying low. Thinking about this southern gentleman that doesn't seem to leave my thoughts. I've had the most wonderful day. I've been lying in the grass, writing poems, interacting with tribal members worldwide. I must say, out of all the countries and continents that I was blessed to receive birthday love from... nothing beats the call from one...
It occured to me this morning that last Monday, which was Labor Day here in the States, was my three year anniversary of being back. In the past three years, aside from all the junky things that occurred in the midst of a nervous breakdown that my ex-husband packaged up for me on the way out the door; some of my most favorite things also happened. I landed a perfect job as Writer Extraordinare; I managed to swing my own one bedroom in Hell's...
the way that we (started) the first night. he was in my bed. i blinked - a 3am stir. my discovery painted my immunity in fresh ink. snapped look connection. our recovery. a cool tail of summer brushing our skin, swimming in oceans, playing in gardens - uncertainty perishes. now. begins. what falseness presents, fate always pardons. rolling shoulders as a way to lighten up. my focus rose and set. on master manifestation. the way he heightens my...