St. Valentine memories, riddled with alchemical passion, regret, and soul longing.
Sol-si-terre-stand still! Take time to download new dynamic, a heavenly DNA. Initialize your GPS with greater intention as you listen to the will of heaven.
One more leaf, spinning and twirling in death defying spirals before earth accepts our stillness.
What now? Now that the great American eclipse has passed over? Can we create greater balance between masculine and feminine? Will greater consciousness move us forward? This is an opportunity to embody soul purpose, perfectly designed to open hearts and blow minds.
Celebrate the birth of our nation. Shaking off the past year. Hit pause with hope you find hope for the drama unfolding across our land.
What do we owe our dead? Memory. What do they owe us? A hand-up in consciousness. If war is worth anything, it is the knowledge that it serves no one and solves nothing.
What do we owe our dead? Memory. What do they owe us? A hand-up in consciousness.
You answered the call, and somehow knew your name. You beckoned an image to emerge from behind the the primal heart of animal instinct with knowing eyes.