Inspirations: Uncategorized

St. Valentine memories, riddled with alchemical passion, regret, and soul longing.

One more leaf, spinning and twirling in death defying spirals before earth accepts our stillness.

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.

The body is not capable of deception because it is the color, the language born of heart and spirit. Choose your color proudly.

Living with the ebb and flow of Lunar cycles is an emotionally intelligent reminder of renewal.

What a sublime image. It holds all manner of silliness, and wisdom. What a chic, but manageable template to choose as your inspirational seed for an enormous task.

The ‘meta’ of self-care asks we realign soul with ego, that we infuse spirit into body. This allows the heart to nurture our raw nature, those raw, un-safe feelings that cry, “run! Abandon Self.”

In wanting to be an artist of the ordinary, a baker of breads, a two-stepping dancer, a creature seeking its ‘being’, I ask you ~how do you hold the magic of loving what is? Why does it take misfortune to reveal joy?