I cried and watched heat lightning flash
a strobe light in the sky, falling rain as my soundtrack to
a heart heavy with envy and reality.
Longing to be
A stark and cutting realization:
My hurt stems and is rooted down in feeling so very alone
and the knowing
there is no one to rescue me, no one to give me approval, no one to write my poem.
It’s up to me.
This realization has only come from losing, in one way or another, those who I thought might be up for the tasks.
It was never their job and yet I hoped, wished, wanted and thought
they could do it.
So I waited,
and poured into them,
and tried to love them the best way I knew how,
and lost parts of myself trying to be what I thought was worthy of their affections and deserving of their time.
There is no me being victim
I chose to wait
The wait is over.
I do not know how or if, this will change my life.
I think it will shift intentions and focus to me.
Empowering and frightening.
As all the fabulous things in life are.
Better to see the video
a phenomenal emergency
a dazzling range of color
Driven by desire
Empowered by ecstasy
Quenched by lust
A fierce lioness,
What adjectives describe you?
You exquisite, ethereal true nature is showing, my darling.
The greatest possession, is self-possession -Ethel Watts Mumford
image from pinterest
Our sacred beginnings, a cup and a poem.
Your role of beautiful brilliance
especially when it is ordinary
amazing, inspiring, incredible
an eternal exhale
and you inhale renewal & new beginnings.
So full of flavor and the unique taste of you.
Make today BLOOM.
Set your soul free with serenity at sunrise
your story starts here…
How do you greet the day?
Your brilliance is showing, my love.
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Let it be
this lust for life, all our
pride and joy.
Explore the power of your
black & white
and the ever-softness and
sensuality of grey.
Find your balance,
your life of paradox and grit of in-between.
Unleash the magic as beauty is amplified
explore your bit of serene.
This is the moment…
Where is your wild devotion?
What is your own quiet revolution?
Always by your side, Darling.
Retreat Rest Restore
The magic of home
it is a perfect mix of beauty & comfort,
rich, decadent & chocolaty,
velvet softness and brick & stone.
Our enchantment is always the goal
seek and find the
The best setting is the one that allows the extraordinary to emerge,
the meaningful moments to converge
into a stunning tapestry of your reality & truth.
Design your surroundings to inspire confidence and relax into
and set your intention
to enjoy the finer, simple things.
serving up yourself
over and over.
Where do you dwell with the Divine?
Sweetheart, home is you.
You are enough
Just as you are.
The not-enoughness is a lie.
You, as the real, truth-bearing honesty-telling you is all any of us need,
you being you
as a daily act of anarchy.
You are worth seeing, sharing, knowing.
Immerse us in your unique Divinity.
Your raw rebellion
is just what we need.
What do you know to be true right now?
Where do you feel truth?
Beloved One, you are amazing. Just as you are.
Dancing in deep peacock blue & opening to violet dreams
with whispers of palest, powdery blue and blushing, cotton candy pink.
The desire of you.
I write in black and white,
take pictures in that scheme too
because I think
the feelings are conveyed with greater depth & clarity,
in shadow and shades of gray.
dreams are a chaos of color
The rich hues leave behind
residue on my eyelids
and color my days
What makes your face light up?
Follow your evocative truth, ma biche.