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Month: September 2020

Posted on September 22, 2020September 22, 2020

Deeply Moved

Daily Dialogue #1: A Picture says a thousand words… And I’ll only share a few inspired by each picture used in these short and sweet little packages. Bon Appetit! You see, the world isn’t what you thought, is it? I can tell from your wings it hasn’t treated you kindly… if only you could see…

Posted on September 18, 2020September 18, 2020

A Dream

At some point in the story something shifted on me… The tone twisted from searching to survival methods in a blink I felt the change, the color scheme went dim to complete the symphony… An Ode to Deep Blue… If you only knew… I thought I was safe too, until the seams came unglued, Only…

Posted on September 12, 2020September 12, 2020

Session #1

Learning to intimately meditate without all the pomp and circumstance… Meditation is meant to be an intimate internal moment. I don’t know about you, but my journey into my thoughts didn’t really begin until I put down all the books and manuals and just… sank into myself. Sometimes it starts with just listening in to…

Posted on September 9, 2020September 24, 2021

Poem of the Day

Loss and the Art of Pruning… The connection went dead something snapped in my head. my body fell to the floor without me my mind took a back seat while my heart took the reigns reminding me to breathe again. Just breathe again, sweet thing just breathe back into being. Bite my lip to bleeding…

Posted on September 8, 2020September 23, 2021

Daily Reflection

REMEMBER THIS LITTLE ME…Come to the well and drink,follow me to the brink, take a minute to stop and think.Breathe the air while it’s still free.let yourself tune in spiritually, see from the inside side of thingsjust sink into the internal melody, feel your heart beatingthen breathe in deeply with me. Don’t think twice, just…

Posted on September 7, 2020September 7, 2020

The Fun House

Part One:They Smell Fear… Remain calm… you can do this…. “Come on!” “No” “You have to come with me…” “noooope” “You Promised!” “No I said I’d come with you… I didn’t say aaaaanything about how far.” “Don’t be a baby, Amos!” “uuuum, when it comes to standing in cramped lines for something that’s going to…

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