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17 Nov The Days I Wish Would Last Forever

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There are days I yearn for him My body aches, craving and yearning for his touch There are days it feels as though he’s taken complete residence...

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10 Sep Behold: I AM

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I do not profess to be a leader A teacher, nor a prophet; I am not a god, although I embraced my inner goddess centuries ago...

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Instagram post 2176321789842915537_1081177585 A few people have reached out as they noticed I've gone silent. I've been cocooning. I've been writing, researching, reading. I've been studying art, philosophy, and verse. I've been reading poetry - so much poetry. I'm longing for snail mail and penpals. Scholastic endeavors. Cambridge and Oxford. Tea houses, dark coffee, and creme brulee. I've been looking at architecture and decor. Craving textiles, cotton, linen. Bedding like clouds that should never ever be made. Pillows - so many pillows. Industrial grunge. Flats. Murals and removable wallpaper. The close connection of family and my husband's embrace. Fur baby kisses and wings. Lots and lots of wings...
Instagram post 2146154913590413021_1081177585 I ask the question And I think there's a message here In the slowing down In the surrender In the aligning In the dreaming In the want In the being Or maybe, just maybe The message IS the answer? Slow down Surrender Align Dream Want Be
Instagram post 2146147730400423070_1081177585 "No, Darling, you're simply scared. You're afraid that when all is said and done, you'll find out you're just as boring as everyone else," she said, tucking a leg beneath her. She extended her other leg into the pool and pushed her toes across the watery surface. She reached over, took the cigarette from her friends lips and took a deep inhale. Stubbing the ash into the wet concrete, she exhaled, slow and deliberate. Giving her friend a sidelong glance, she continued, "Or maybe, you'll find out that you are spectacular and everyone will hate you because of it." "Or, worse," she sighed. "What if they love me?" . For more of my writing, visit me on Medium. Link in bio. 📸 Imgur
Instagram post 2146145048914595050_1081177585 I awoke from a wonderful array of dreams filled with black coffee, espresso, a tea house, ceremony, ritual, poetry, art. Speakeasy meets Burlesque as the belly dancer smiles, mysteriously, at the geisha. My office was something of an antique gypsy caravan filled with drying herbs, tarot readings - and in the dead of night, when the moon was full - there were seances, mediumship circles, and table rappings. It was a personal paradise birthed between my own dreams of enigma and sensual delight. New Orleans meets Nevada City in an era from long, long ago... And I was happy.
Instagram post 2136749603624968613_1081177585 "The creative ones always feel like they’re fucking up. We can’t ever seem to get our shit together enough to keep up with all these people who play life so well. We try, we really do, but our minds just don’t work like that. We’re all color and chaos and magic!!! We are the art, the music...the words full of feeling & truth. You know, we may not ever fit into this world. We may never be understood. We likely won’t ever learn how to play life as well as some. But I know one thing for damn sure: the world would be pretty fucking boring without us. The end." - @barefootfive But today, today somewhere between inhales and exhales, the war between bated breath and lungs gasping for air - between lists and scribbles and writing that gives a damn - I did two really grown-up (aka responsibility) things. And somehow I feel that I've managed to put order to at least two of the things floating amidst my world of chaos. And I am content.
Instagram post 2118356604603867911_1081177585 ORACLE SESSIONS 🔮 | Moments of Ponder & Clarity - "I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free.” - Michelangelo Every person is like that block of stone, there's greatness inside, but it has to be carved out. - This past week I fell, soul ablaze, from the Tower once more. Only this time, I became conscious of the ability to expand or contract. I found immediate beauty scattered amidst the ashes and rubble. The clarity didn't come after or once I had time to reflect. The sea of light reflecting from the waters edge caught my attention in the midst of the storm and I was able to surrender. Instead of fighting the undertow and current, I laid on my back as the stars guided my way to shore - until finally I could stand, on solid ground, once more. - Sometimes, in the madness and chaos of life, I imagine this world being created as the largest SIMS game in the Universe. It often feels like after the great fall of each Tower Moment, we then excel to the next level. Maybe the refrigerator is nothing more than a save point? And then I open my fridge and see the fresh ceviche my husband labored to make in love and I no longer care about the specifics of life. I simply want to indulge and fill my belly with hearts and smiles and everything good and savory this life has to offer. My appetite is not for destruction, but rather, the beauty. Like a flower that rises through the broken lines of concrete. Or the first growth of green after a fire of black has claimed the land. The rainbow that appears after a storm has raged the temperament of the heavens - of the gods. The Phoenix that rises from catacombs of ash - reborn from the flame that consumed its entire being - resurrected from that which claimed its soul. - I once had a SIMS character walk repeatedly into traffic to take her own life. I watched helplessly as I had neglected her basic needs. The controller would not let me regain control. I watched as she cried and stumbled again and again - until she was gone. Even as her god and creator, I could not save her. For so lost was she in her own despair. GAME OVER flashed in red across my screen.
Instagram post 2116414750870382969_1081177585 Does anyone else spend their time studying history and fantasizing about the macabre, planning vacations you hope to one day take (even though you have no idea when), and researching historical sites - or is that just the Aquarius in me? "Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast." - Through the Looking Glass Today, I've traveled the world and viewed castles that are for sale to the public. I took virtual tours and imagined living there - how I would want the decor: keep this, discard that... I traveled to the catacombs in France and learned even Marie Antoinette's bones may be resting in les carrières de paris. I visited a Norse Temple in Scandinavia dedicated to Thor and spent my evening by a fire, tucked beneath fur as the Valkyrie made their way across the Bifröst bridge in Iceland - seen by the green lights floating across the heavens. I traveled up the staircase of Jung's Bollingen Tower in Switzerland. I touched the inside walls of the Ein Feshkha Caves were once upon a time the Dead Sea Scrolls lay hidden. I concluded my adventure by meeting with an architect to discover how to build secret tunnels and rooms within the home I do not yet own. My heart is full and my soul is happy because of it ❣
Instagram post 2114762950454970559_1081177585 ORACLE SESSIONS 🔮| The Lived Experience of Duality "Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift." - Mary Oliver The more I understand about nature - that in order for there to be life, there must be death. In order to have a spring we must have a fall - to have summer, we must have a winter. For there to be day, there must also be a night. To have light, we must also experience darkness. Life is a balancing scale. Equal parts of everything. The more I understand that in order for there to be a savior there must be a martyr - in order for a hero to rise, there must be a villain - the more I understand about contrast and growth... It makes me understand that when soul agreements are made, we must choose one or the other: to be the one to ignite growth in another (the villain) or choose to be the one that expands (the hero). We choose light or we choose darkness. Neither is actually "good" nor "bad" in the way we've been taught to think. This also helped me to not just forgive my abuser but to be filled with gratitude. For what kind of a desperate life and hell they are tormented with until they can one day, again, return to grace. I know this to be true as I have long seen the villain in myself in many lives past. We come for every experience. We come to understand it all. We realize at one point or another that even the monsters were once gods in a different tale, another dimension, and some other drop in time. Or maybe the villain is actually the hero for they are the ones who ignite change... "The demon that you can swallow gives you its power, and the greater life’s pain, the greater life’s reply." -Joseph Campbell, The Power of Myth
Instagram post 2114728576715957045_1081177585 "She is water. Powerful enough to drown you. Soft enough to cleanse you. Deep enough to save you." - Adrian Michael
Instagram post 2113298805297721471_1081177585 ORACLE SESSIONS 🔮 "The desperate need today is not for a greater number of intelligent people, or gifted people, but for deep people." - Richard J. Foster On the way to Hayward yesterday (it was a 2 hour and 45 minute drive, each way), I listened to a pastor on AM radio give an entire sermon around this quote and it was really powerful. It was all about vulnerability and feeling and emotions and how they guide us if we learn to turn in and listen. Our emotions are just as powerful as our intuition - in fact, the two are deeply intertwined. About how when we are able to dive deeply into our own hearts and soul - how much deeper we can go with others without feeling a need to shrink away. How we are able to stand side-by-side with those who are experiencing their own dark night of the soul and can stand there braving their darkness, braving their hell, while illuminating the path to freedom and liberation - without getting pulled into their tsunami. And how it all begins by claiming what we are feeling (at any given moment) to dismantle the "stories" we are constantly feeding ourselves - which only create drama and a spinning of the intellect. I got very excited as we are taught this technique and trained how to do this through the Bhava Ministry. Ingrid Turner calls this technique Soulmatic Renewal (™). Going deep also means dismantling our domestication and conditioning and questioning everything. This is a bit daunting once you fully realize we've all been hand-fed lies throughout our entire lives. History is not as we have been taught. It's been white-washed throughout the ages. A good example is the story of the First Thanksgiving... Or the Bible and how it is the ultimate word of God. Many have killed and started holy wars to defend this book. Many have judged and many have condemned. And yet once you dive in deeply, you begin to understand all the things.
Instagram post 2113282015389691611_1081177585 ORACLE SESSIONS 🔮 What a Beautiful afternoon and lovely day ❣ These are just some of the pictures from yesterday's bachelorette party. I was so honored to lead everyone through a guided meditation, sound healing, and connecting with Spirit through channeling and mediumship. And what Beautiful souls! I definitely felt like I met some of my soul family and even had the privilege of meeting two friends from the online world in person - which was an absolute honor! My cup runneth over 🙏
Instagram post 2112581878948551260_1081177585 ♡ Nine Years Together; One Year Married♡ ♡ ♡ Happy Anniversary My Handsome ♡ ♡ "Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you. When something wonderful happens, you can’t wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement. They are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself. Never do they hurt your feelings or make you feel like you are not good enough, but rather they build you up and show you the things about yourself that make you special and even beautiful. There is never any pressure, jealousy or competition but only a quiet calmness when they are around. You can be yourself and not worry about what they will think of you because they love you for who you are. The things that seem insignificant to most people such as a note, song or walk become invaluable treasures kept safe in your heart to cherish forever. Colours seem brighter and more brilliant. Laughter seems part of daily life where before it was infrequent or didn’t exist at all. A phone call or two during the day helps to get you through a long day’s work and always brings a smile to your face. In their presence, there’s no need for continuous conversation, but you find you’re quite content in just having them nearby. Things that never interested you before become fascinating because you know they are important to this person who is so special to you. You think of this person on every occasion and in everything you do. Simple things bring them to mind like a pale blue sky, gentle wind or even a storm cloud on the horizon. You open your heart knowing that there’s a chance it may be broken one day and in opening your heart, you experience a love and joy that you never dreamed possible.
Instagram post 2108384006382281735_1081177585 ORACLE SESSIONS 🔮 | Current Mood
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Instagram post 2108380634816034936_1081177585 "The way to seduce my heart and soul which rivals more than the physical could ever perceive, explore, or behold..." - Mary Rogers Glowczwskie
Instagram post 2108378895983363590_1081177585 Sunday's have a stillness and an ease that make me wax nostalgic. Today is made for my down-comforter, too many pillows, coffee, salted dark chocolate, books, and journal writing. Sundays remind me of my dad. If I close my eyes I can still see myself in my youth. I can still imagine the fountain with the boy and girl and dog with water erupting above the umbrella that shielded them all. I can hear the loud purr of the circular saw and smell the sawdust from whatever project my dad was working on at the time. The smell of freshly cut grass. I can still hear the ticking oscillation of the sprinklers. I can picture him in the kitchen cooking country gravy. Hot honey over Shredded Wheat. Fresh rhubarb pie. I can hear him laughing at Kramer from Seinfeld or Klinger on M.A.S.H. If I get real still, I can still hear the whistle-opening of The Andy Griffith Show. Today, I am missing him...
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Instagram post 2104546809786700259_1081177585 ORACLE SESSIONS 🔮 Here is where I love to sit; thinking, reading, writing. Poetry and prose. It's my favorite area in our house. Falling in love with Fairytales; The Lady of Shalott: "And by the moon the reaper weary, Piling sheaves in uplands airy, Listening, whispers " 'Tis the fairy Lady of Shalott." - Lord Tennyson
Instagram post 2104544101180865558_1081177585 ORACLE SESSIONS 🔮 I will no longer shrink myself nor dim my light just for the sake of relatability. It is not my job to make another feel comfortable nor complacent in their mediocrity. I will stand in my authentic truth aligned with Great Spirit. For really, that is the totality of my existence and my life is but my own 💋 "Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?" - Mary Oliver
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