Category: Faith and Spirituality
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main character
i remember being 8 years old or so 3rd grade standing outside on the asphalt recess time gray sky, gray clouds hanging around i remember standing look out into the sky kids playing on the monkey bars, running around recess monitor walking around, hands clasped behind them and me standing alone looking out pulling from…
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mom
about ten years ago, i had an ‘incident’ i was very involved in the church, serving as a teacher in high school ministry. i had amazing relationships with my students, sophomore girls. i knew they saw me a friend that they deeply respected i.e. someone with ‘authority’ who never pulled the authority card. i loved…
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making nothing out of something
i think i used to think of alignment (with higher self, source, god, etc.) as a thread, a very thin thread that i was to wrap my thoughts, words, actions, essence around, to connect with All That Is, to tap into my ‘true nature’, etc etc etc. like the thread is a certain standard, a…
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the voice & me
this conversation with god/universe/who knows came through this morning. enjoy. voice: You don’t need to meditate as much as you think you do… moving throughout the day being aware of Being… is enough. That’s everything. Everything flows from that place. You are familiar with that place, yes, still… Inquire within, is this true? me: i…
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new Now
life is insane it is so real so fucking real the things we desire, the goodness we look for, the love we want, the everything we want to attract… it’s all real. it’s not just the real deal, it IS the deal. it IS the whole damn thing. the whole damn thing. i had a…
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we are free
i remember learning about the pineal gland and its role in awakening, its connection to consciousness i also remember learning that fluoride was a chemical blocker, something that calcified the pineal gland, preventing people from awakening, seeing the truth, etc etc etc i remember being told that the ‘evil’ forces of the world (lol) made…
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Let’s Cry Together! Lol
Lately, I’ve been emotional. Like crying a lot. There’s nothing specific that I’m crying about again and again. I’m just crying when I feel things. And honestly, I am super loving it. I spent all of my high school through college through young adult years through my 20’s martyring myself – without knowing it, as…
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Rewrite My Past
After reading a section of the book Earth, I felt a desire to work with my timelines and rewrite my past in relation to my parents. I pondered, which part of my past with my parents did I want to rewrite? I thought back and realized, my parents have loved me well. I truly feel…
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My Freedom Belly – It’s a New Forever Thing
Sweet liberation. I have a confession. It’s something I’ve been sitting for half my life – I’m 32 now. If you do the math, it started when I was in high school, sophomore-ish. I wanted to be seen, desired, liked. No, that’s not the confession. I would do things that would make me look a…
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I Can Hear The Sound. Can You?
There’s so much noise. Clatter, clunking, puttering, willy wallying. Noise that comes from all directions, surrounds me like air. Noise that says everything and speaks nothing. Speaks everything and says nothing. Noise that has no real purpose, intention, direction. It’s noise. decor wallpaper background different wavelengths frequencies things. Just things. Things things things. Neither adding…
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What am I?
My art is me. My art is my way of being. My way of being is my art. It has nothing to do with sharing anything with anyone. I say that because I felt like I needed to, in order to validate and honor my art, to give it a voice, a purpose, a direction.…