1. Living isn’t easy for you, is it?
2. Heart beats for beauty.
3. Kissing & crickets as the only sound.
4. Love me with your mouth wide open.
5. A vibrant confection.
6. In the silent shadows.
7. Heavy laden with longing.
8. Casting wishes like spells.
9. Tasty smiles.
1. Tis the season for falling…
2. Preparing a new bullet journal
3. All the straight lines & empty boxes.
4. A soul with range & depth.
5. Dangerous Beauty.
6. Missed. Always.
7. Fluent in the language of dreams & passion & poetry.
8. Back to being a yoga instructor
9. Because it feels good & moves me.
1. “Because I’ve loved you so long,” JayMay Rock Paper Scissors
2. A returning.
3. His gratitude for me is overwhelming & intoxicating.
4. Left hope behind along with a plush frog in another state
5. Feels freeing
6. And oh so empowering
7. I intend… I will…I do.
8. Who are you?
9. I like me better when I’m with you.
1. Tightly wound.
2. Pure alchemy.
3. Come back to the whole.
4. Still holding an empty space.
5. Filled a journal with all the things,
6. Not seeing a new one as open with possibilities
7. So very tender.
9. charity charity charity
There will probably be discomfort in the metamorphosis taking place. You might not want some of your dreams, they might have expired before fruition.
All is well.
You might listen to your dreams & realize they are not for you. A misunderstanding, misinterpretation, wrong timing.
After hanging out with the idea of the she I want to be I realized: my female is just a fantasy. Not even possible in reality (unless I learned not to sleep or eat or feel or could trade bodies with anyone else).
I hold her image in my hands, feel into her needs, & then I let go. Rest. In peace.
The ache of her absence is still felt sometimes, but I have overwhelming hope that I am going to be so much more than even I can imagine.
And for the dreams past their prime, write them down and burn the paper. From the ashes & shattered heart pieces
For the first time (I can remember)
I saw a peach tree,
So much beauty
Designed to be seen quietly.
I am so thankful for another
Who reminds me
To see more
It doesn’t matter if you have an overflow of dreams or no wild schemes.
It’s time to dive deeper into your dreams, unfold the layers of your wild imaginings.
Discover their true meaning.
Unfold the feelings within the dreams.
Uncover the need among the silence.
Gaze into the wild country of your passions. There will be untamed magic & ripe awakenings.
Blow away the dust of the expectations, take off the coverings of guilt & non-deserve.
Get down to the essential truth of your dreams.
The deeply desired feeling within the dream.
Try to distill the vision down into just a few words.
The words will guide you.
Delve. One of my favorite words. The d for attention with the l tapping the roof of the mouth and front teeth press for the faintest of bit lip on the v to whisper away on an e. As I have said:
Say it out loud. It tastes better and know the words on your tongue.
How are you feeling within this course?
Please let me know, ask a question,
tell the something you need held close or need to confess. I am here for you
and, of course,
I am so glad you are here,
Spilling Over with Sparkles
Too many dreams? Bursting with visions? Overflowing with desires?
Maybe the voices in your head are shouting you can’t, you won’t, you don’t. Perhaps your life feels to full, too fast, too much to manage.
And that is ok. No judgment needed in this jam-packed fantasy trip. Just write it all down. Let the ink flow across pages. There is more than enough space for your dream landscapes. The time for pruning will come, but not today. Let your wild harvest of dreams be seen.
You can dream it all, you cannot do it all. And you do not have to. Feel the freedom in this truth.
You are given permission to just:
Savor your dreams exactly as they are. Fantasies. Precious reveries. Tasty tales of need.
Your heart has dreams to tell and
Hope is Whispering.
My spoken word recording on beauty
You are beautiful
Your dreams are beautiful
There is so much beauty here…
My all time favorite book:
Beauty: The Invisible Embrace by John O’Donohue
I love to dip into the pages and read for a bit. He writes poetry and with so much attention and awe of beauty. Amazing.
The Colors of your Passion
Now is the time to be on the hunt for the color of your passions.
Meander outside, flip through a magazine, peruse Pinterest, browse an art store, find a garden to explore.
Nail polish, paint swatches, markers & crayons, fabric & yarn will leave you saturated in color, on display for your delight & desire’s choosing.
Go wherever you are drawn with your eyes & heart to the colors which light you up. Notice the way in which your body is drawn to certain hues and your breath changes rhythm.
I lick my lips for cobalt blues in rich, jewel-toned hues, wrapped in their deep water mysteries. I sigh for whispers of the palest blushes of pink, the color splashed in the sky when the sun sinks into the horizon for rest. I crave the boldness & finality of black, silhouette of timelessness.
Dreams are a chaos of color, vibrant and stunning. Close your eyes & look behind your lids to see the residue of the hues.
Collect some pieces of the colors which pull you into their visually stunning presence. These pieces are for you to dance with & probably use to infuse your moments with magic.
Saturated hues of fantasies. Leaving their mark on reality.
Feel the color of your passions.