What is my Reality?
My past is not my reality For who does it serve? History only trying to repeat itself over and over […]
My past is not my reality For who does it serve? History only trying to repeat itself over and over […]
The winter days have settled in. I notice time slowing down as A low hum vibrates through me calling me
Earlier in the year I created a vision board for myself displaying all the ways I wanted prosperity to flow
Cascading branches of the willow trees lead me down this path masked in sorrows. Yet I walk on my heels
Slowly, walking up the steps to the doorway where my Beloved awaits for me to be united. I take off
I am seated on my sheep skin with a tall spine. One by one the teachings of the meditation
The fall season in Portland is simply magical. Perhaps I never took the time to notice the specific beauty that
Standing at these gates of initiationOpening wide to acceptanceOf possibilitiesDreamsBrought into realityThrough the mysteries of imagination Clear eyes opened wideIn