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A spirit made of stardust and unique streams of thought. It’s 11:11 at night, but I feel like the time is closer to two am, maybe approaching four. I am sitting in a swivel chair with my leg’s resting in another swivel chair. This is my version of the recliner. I am at the studio … More Taylor
Nobody is listening, because they are too busy worrying about the images they are projecting. Until they are projecting the images which provoke unfamiliarity. Then society turns and points. Look at that black sheep wandering off into the field of green dreams. That sheep doesn’t know no better, nor does he understand that his wandering … More Sheep Say
We love with hearts wide open Deepening our healing Discovering true depth Our palms meet at heart center Everything that once was We embody for good reason For without it we’d Have been somebody else Paths reveal layers We never knew existed And suddenly light we couldn’t see Turns everlasting bright Only we can surrender … More Sunday Lovely
Sun flowers dance in the sunshine. We dream of magical bliss. Luckily it exists all around us Be quiet, it’s in a glimpse, Hidden beneath the surface. It’s finding happiness in the mundane. Saturating ourselves in education. Believing we can tap into each other To save life. Preserving the world, in peace and sustainability. Will … More Be a Wild Sunflower
While the moon sits full and high in a midnight garden, the fifth instar caterpillar sinks its hooks into the silken chrysalis. It is time to release and surrender. A biological miracle is taking place. The butterfly is becoming. For so long she has been storing energy, waiting to consume it here in this moment. … More Within the Melancholy Chrysalis
Most recently I have been going through a journey of graceful blooming. My little butterfly wings have begun to unwrap from around me. I am slowly shaking free from within my chrysalis. In this moment my metamorphosis is taking place, and I am grateful. So grateful I can feel my heart fluttering lightly, waking with … More The angels ask me to write about them.
Lilac Laced Love 