Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Spider's web

Lady spider,
a weaver of fate,
attends her intricate web.

Her patience echoes intact faith,
until the fly meets its end.

her message clear,
equal levels of gentle and strength.

Even when pulverized by fear,
she follows intuition at length. 

She shuttles over threads,
past split into present,
her means to capture destiny. 

Lady spider, a weaver of fate,
attends her intricate web.

Inspired by the Sunday Whirl: split, listen, shuttle, intact, pulverize, clear, means, spider, follow, attend, level, echo, fly

what have you caught in your web,

Monday, December 23, 2013

The purpose of "the end"

Does anything really ever come to an end? Sure, we graduate, leave jobs, and after 365 days welcome in a new year. Television shows are cancelled, credits roll and loved ones pass on.

The present experience may have ended, but the purpose always stays with us.

Sunday Scribblings was the first online venue where I put myself out there. And I was surprised to be so welcomed by a community of other creatives.

Sunday Scribblings' purpose for me was that we all have a unique voice and someone will listen if we give them the opportunity. Sometimes someone is even inspired, moved, or entertained by our words.

After 400 weeks where creatives came together to share their voice, Sunday Scribblings has presented their last writing prompt: Finale. But their purpose will live on in the words shared by an amazing creative community.

what's the purpose of your present moment?

Thursday, December 19, 2013

Letting go of "how"

Everyone's on a journey. Sometimes we know the destination and sometimes we're just wandering aimlessly, trying to figure out our way. Neither is right or wrong. If there's one thing that I finally wrapped my head around this year, is that it NEVER happens the way you expect.

Now that I'm writing full-time, I'm constantly plagued with fear and doubt. And 9 times out of 10, the fear is related to the how. How will my dream career support me? How should this scene end? How will I get published? How will I find my audience?

How? How? How?

It's time to let go of the how. And embrace the now.

Focus on what you want to create. Then do it. Push past the fear and take whatever form of action in the moment feels right. Tip toe, shimmy or leap towards your destination.

Once you truly align yourself with your joy and express it in your own way, then the Universe will meet you half way. I've seen it happen to my friends (3 of them have signed book deals this year) and have experienced it many times over myself (like finishing a clean draft of my YA and getting feedback from beta readers).

We can never control how our life will unfold. But we can follow our passions, one step at a time.

let go and flow,

Sunday, December 15, 2013

Theme for 2014: joy

Good-bye 2013. A year filled with self-reflection, shedding of "old skin" and digging deep to the core essence of me.

Hello 2014! A year that will be all about JOY.

  • waking up with no alarm clock
  • yummy green juices
  • wiggling my hips wherever I please
  • traveling here, there and everywhere
  • love from 4 legged friends: kitty head butts & doggie kisses
  • doodling with no judgment
  • smiling at strangers
  • receiving compliments with wide tooth grins
  • conversations about nothing & everything
  • communing with nature
  • juicy clothing that's comfy
  • sharing my voice in new unique ways
  • daily gratitude for abundant love
  • lots of hugs and kisses 
  • and whatever else my heart desires

What's your theme for 2014?

be all that you are,

post inspired by Sunday Scribblings

Sunday, December 8, 2013

Beer as cold as...

King Street - Charleston, South Carolina
Lovin' the southern humor and 70 degree weather.

don't go breakin' my heart y'all,

Monday, November 11, 2013


a single tear
falls upon the earth's face.
more drops follow,
caressing the weeping 
willows until...
a steady stream
pounds and strikes with
such force,
the clouds run dry.

let the motion flow,

Thursday, November 7, 2013

Gots to get out of my head

credit: abcteach.com
Usually there are two types of writers: drafters and revisers.

I am so a reviser. I love taking something tangible and making it better...as close to perfection as possible. Playing with dialogue, rhythm, description, emotion, word choice...even when to start and end a paragraph.

Don't get me wrong...I love coming up with new concepts. And new characters, inciting incidents and themes. I have hundreds of ideas I haven't even touched yet. Words pour into my notebook old school style: pen to paper. But then after a day or three, I hit a wall.

My head gets in the way.

I start to doubt and anxiety takes hold. Would anybody really want to read this? How will I get from point A to point Z. Am I wasting my time? This is crap, I don't know what I'm doing, I should just quit.

I'm beginning my sixth book. You'd think after making it through 3 YA's and 2 picture books, I'd have the process down.

But fear doesn't discriminate. So, I continue to play with ways to get out of my head.

Taking a walk in nature and a bath work best for me. Turning on a timer for 15 minutes and writing with no filters. Dancing to a favorite song. Reading. Doodle. A writing prompt. Taking a pause...a minute or two of silence to allow my mind to say its peace.

What ways do you get out of your head and onto the page?

face the fear,

Thursday, October 31, 2013

NaNoWriMo Fun with Dick and Jane

Sally said, "Oh, Spot. Dick and Jane went to school.
I have to show them my novel.
All thanks to NaNoWriMo.
We will go to school, too.
We will show all the boys and girls my book."

"Bow-wow," said Spot.
Away he went with Sally.

Sally said, "Look, Spot.
See the boys and girls.
See them read.
They will love my book."

"Bow-wow," said Spot.
All the children looked up.
They saw Sally and Spot.

"Hello," said Sally.
"We came to school.
I want to show you my novel.
Fifty ba-gillion words long.
All thanks to NaNoWriMo."

Jane said, "Oh, Sally.
NaNoWriMo is a fable.
No one can write a 50,000 word novel in one month."
All the children nodded.

Sally pouted. "I did too finish in 30 days."
All the children laughed.

"You must go home now. Mother will look for you," Dick said.

"Screw you," said Sally.
"Come, Spot.
We will show Dick and Jane.
When you dream big, anything is possible.
We will show the world my NaNoWriMo novel."

And so they did.

"dream big, live big," said

Sunday, October 27, 2013

The Sidewalk Gallery: interactive art

Happy Face by David Butts
One of my favorite reasons to walk to the Pearl is to pass by the Mad Dog Garage and see what new interactive art is waiting to be played with.

Pedestrians place their hands on the window sensor to activate the kinetic sculptures. For months I was amazed at the creative genius, from my hand lighting a menorah to exposing a creepy Halloween clown smile.

Suddenly, the gallery had left the building.

And thankfully just as sudden, The Sidewalk Gallery returned!

His recent creation is my favorite. So much so, that I wanted to capture it on film and share his Happy Face with the world.

interact with the world around you,

Thursday, October 24, 2013

Writing is a lonely number

source: Flickr.com "making poetry" by ionushi
Writing is a solo act. Often romanticized as lounging in coffee shops gazing at the world or late nights with glasses of wine and your creative muse.

Or is this a myth?

There's nothing romantic about beating your head against the wall when you're stuck on the same scene, sentence, or even a single word.

Sitting at my laptop in my teeny tiny corner can get lonely (thank goddess I have a window). But whether writing a novel, poetry, or a journal entry, it's always an act of co-creation.

So nice to know you never go it alone.

In the beginning, there is inspiration. That perfect line in a song, "And there you are, a shooting star," meant just for you. The leaves changing color in fall, roses bloom in spring. Someone or something says, does or just is to spark that creative flow.

Writing partners. Someone to get your butt in the chair and write. Sounding boards when procrastination or doubt sneak in. 

Writer circles. A group who plays with prompts and share their intimate creations, learning to let go and ride the creative wave with no filters and judgements.

Critique groups and beta readers. A partner or group who provide feedback on your "baby" with an editor's eye. To learn that art is subjective, grow thick skin and discern what changes are right to make your piece shine.  

Workshops and conferences. A place where strangers become friends, to strengthen your craft, to debate "the rules" and maybe even connect with your future agent/editor.

Cheerleaders. Family and friends, even when you've just met, that support your passion.

Audience. Readers who contribute their own perspective and take your writing to a new dimension.

There's nothing better than playing with words. The nudge of new ideas, watching it take form, revising it to death until it's at its best and sharing it with the world or gobbling it up for your own eye's delight. 

Oh the joy of co-creation.

Monday, October 21, 2013

What a hoot

Hoot (polymer clay) by Sonja

my creative friend and i were playing with polymer clay and i totally rushed with the owl character above to test out our new convection microwave. i admit, i'm pretty fond of my first clay creation.

looking forward to what i can do when i take my time.

create your every day,

Friday, October 18, 2013


i borrowed my friend's Jason Mraz CD "we sing. we dance. we steal things." and was inspired by the inside case covered in doodles...but i ignored the spark.

Sunday Scribblings prompt this week is Spark. couldn't deny my passion a 2nd time.

so i doodled this morning, snapped a pic and was ready to post.

another spark ignited, so i played some more and created the animation short above.

whenever something sparks
that passion within,
don't just listen,
give in.

what sparks you?

Wednesday, October 9, 2013

Sunday, October 6, 2013

Live Your Dreams

This week's Sunday Scribblings prompt is to write your bio.

In this moment, my life is so full of transition, that I feel like I'm chasing my dreams, not quite living them. But Kermit inspires me to keep it simple...and never give up on my dreams.

On some future billboard, below my head shot:
Laughs with friends. Travels the world. Best-selling author, spreading joy.

what's your dream?

Sunday, September 29, 2013

The light of love

Float Shoppe, NW 23rd and Raleigh

signs are everywhere...just listen with open eyes and mind


Thursday, September 26, 2013

Red hot!

Red hot passion
Her voice heard loud
Through words, strength and curves.

Never gives up
Without a fight
Dreams birthed 'cause they push.

Inner beauty
Shines on the world
Inspired life lived.

My thanks to them
For the fire
Idols fuel in me.

Octavia Butler
Judy Blume

Queen Latifah
My mom

who inspires you?

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Make believe

614 SW 11th Ave
While co-working with a friend, I found myself staring out the window for answers rather than pen to paper. My eyes zeroed in on a message: Make Believe. Its purpose, and mine, finally clear.

The common phrase for so long had meant "to pretend". To be something that was never really possible, except for in my imagination. A princess, to fly, a faerie, to read minds, a gazillionaire...

But have you ever really listened to the words. Make Believe?

Make. To bring into existence. To produce. To cause to be or become.

Believe. Confidence in the existence of something. To be certain of. Accept as true.

To make believe is to create truth. Because your truth is your reality.

So next time you make believe, focus on something that really matters to you. 
World peace; fall in love; be a rock star; travel 'round the world on a unicorn. 

animated fairy photo: fairy animated ibelieve.gif

what do you make believe?

Friday, September 13, 2013

Brew truth

PDX Street Art on NW 23rd and Johnson

What is your truth?

Do you speak it loud and clear? In every moment, everyday?

Maybe you stand for a cause: protect the environment; advocate for animals; equality for all. A voice displayed with tattoos, piercings, or sparkling jewels. Heels, Docs or Birkenstock. Elegant versus casual. Quiet versus animated. Feminine, masculine, somewhere in-between. Analytical and creative. Play with numbers, words, pictures or melodies. Fast-paced, tip-toe or go with the flow.

What is your truth? One, none, some, all the above...depends on the hour, the day, your age...

Face the mirror and see your truth. With every thought, word and action. There is only one of you in this world. And your voice deserves to be known. Your currency is unique. Be it smiles, a listening ear or lavish treats. Your wealth is abundant.

Your worth is priceless.

always be true to you, 

Friday, August 30, 2013

I want a world where...

a female President or a young girl playing football isn't considered crazy.
someone offers a compliment and it's always received with a smiling thanks.
no one asks "what are you?" when they really mean "what is your ethnic background?"
curiosity leads to conversation leads to community rather than fear, judgment and hate.
a movie about Stage Coach Mary is the norm over blacks "rescued" by white folk.
we speak our mind through our heart.
everyone is conscious that every action taken or not effects the universe.
spiritual beliefs are respected even when misunderstood.
a person never grows old, just full of more dreams and possibilities.

I want a world where anything is possible. 

dream big,

Thursday, August 22, 2013

Smile often

PDX street art, on SW Yamhill and 14th

Portland, I love your friendly reminders.

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Living on the edge

If you're not living on the edge, 
then you're taking up too much space

living on the edge...living your purpose...on purpose.

it's not <necessarily> death defying, but can cause anxiety if we allow it. so why do we so often resign with an existence we hate? and then wonder why there's a desire longing to be experienced?

fear not knowing our purpose...fear of failure...fear of judgement...fear it's unsustainable...fear of success

fear = danger

but only you can ascertain if those alarm bells mean run for safety or that you're avoiding living in intuition because of perceived danger. trust your gut. then inhale deep, step up to the edge and leap into the unknown. it only takes one step to begin the journey of a life you were destined to experience. 

what's your edge?

Saturday, August 17, 2013

Favorite reads of 2012

Books are AHmazing...they feed our imagination, inspire, entertain and empower.

Reading is one of my favorite hobbies, but when I worked a nine-to-five, I was lucky to flip through a mindless magazine, let alone read a book more than a 100 pages. But now that writing is my career, I'm required to read - got to keep up with the Joneses!

Although  after consuming many good titles, it wasn't too difficult to narrow down to my top three favorites read during 2012 (Note: none of these titles were released in 2012, but like that matters. A great read is a great read!).

Number Three on my list is Thirteen Reasons Why by Jay Asher, his debut novel and with the movie
in development. I'm a sucker for anything that feels 80's and holds me in suspense. So I was taken from the very start when Clay receives 13 cassette tapes from Hannah, his crush...and the girl who had just committed suicide. The tape starts out with Hannah stating there are 13 reasons why she killed herself, and that Clay is one of them. So of course, as the reader, I'm dying to know the reasons why.

Suicide is not an easy subject to tackle. And Asher applied a great "trick" in order to show the victim's POV without feeling like trapped in flashbacks. I have to admit that I wasn't the most sympathetic for Hannah, but the plot and it's delivery and anticipating how Clay would make out in the end made for a speedy good read.  

Number Two is City of Bones, the first in the Mortal Instruments series, by Cassandra Clare. And yet another debut with the movie being released this month. Fifteen-year-old Clary Fray witnesses a murder committed by three teens covered with strange tattoos, who are invisible to everyone else at the club. And that's just the beginning...

Readers seem to love or hate this book. I'm not ashamed to admit that I loved it. I found myself avoiding sleep in order to get through just one more chapter. And, yes, for me it was all plot driven. Action, suspense, cliffhangers, twists (okay, maybe some were expected)...and it didn't stop until the end. The characters...um, can't say I cared about any of the main ones, but their personalities (like 'em or not) were pinned down perfectly through dialogue and action. And what I love most is that this book stands alone. I'm SO over first in a series where the main story leaves me with more questions than answers. Yes, it's a series, so I expect a cliffhanger...for the next storyline.

Love it or hate it, Clare paints supernatural effects, setting, action and suspense in such a way that I could see this story clearly play out in my mind...with such detail that I had to rush through to the end.

And my number one pick read during 2012...Kindred by Octavia Butler. Yes, this book was published in the early seventies. And yes, my first time reading it was last year. But a great story holds up over time... 

Celebrating her twenty-sixth birthday with her new husband, Dana's suddenly snatched from her modern day California home and transported to the antebellum South. Dana has been summoned to save Rufus, the white son of a plantation owner. She's repeatedly drawn back through time to Rufus, each time the stay longer and more dangerous, leaving the reader wondering will Dana ever make it back home to California...permanently.

I am so embarrassed to say I had never heard of Octavia Butler until last year. After reading Nnedi Okorafor-Mbachu's Akata Witch, I immediately went online searching for similar titles and came across Kindred. I was so excited to have found another fantasy author of color, especially from back in the day. 

The time travel premise is a wonderful landscape for Butler to deal with love, gender, race, racism, and responsibility. The reader walks away with an intimate perspective of slavery and its effects, not only for the slaves, but also for a contemporary black woman in a mixed race marriage. Not an easy feat, but Butler achieves it beautifully. The prose is simple and engaging. All characters are fully fleshed, real and complex with no stereotypes. Add in the explicit violence and degradation as it occurs naturally (not forced sensationalism), the reader experiences the brutality of slavery without forcing an opinion. This book is one of the most memorable I have read in a long time. A must for everyone.

read on!

Thursday, August 15, 2013

Everything is waiting for you

Joy of movement: the focus in Nia class today. Moving, not just with a wiggle in your step, but movement in life. Embracing abundance, new experiences, new friends --- everything that the world has to offer. Even when you don't feel like it, clouded in the "uncomfortable"...do you still seek out joy?

Don't stay stuck in the drama. Everything is waiting for you!

Everything is Waiting for You

Your great mistake is to act the drama
as if you were alone. As if life
were a progressive and cunning crime
with no witness to the tiny hidden
transgressions. To feel abandoned is to deny
the intimacy of your surroundings. Surely,
even you, at times, have felt the grand array;
the swelling presence, and the chorus, crowding
out your solo voice You must note
the way the soap dish enables you,
or the window latch grants you freedom.
Alertness is the hidden discipline of familiarity.
The stairs are your mentor of things
to come, the doors have always been there
to frighten you and invite you,
and the tiny speaker in the phone
is your dream-ladder to divinity.
Put down the weight of your aloneness and ease into
the conversation. The kettle is singing
even as it pours you a drink, the cooking pots
have left their arrogant aloofness and
seen the good in you at last. All the birds
and creatures of the world are unutterably
themselves. Everything is waiting for you.
  -- David Whyte
      from Everything is Waiting for You
     ©2003 Many Rivers Press

live joy!

Sunday, July 14, 2013

It's gettin' hot in here

Summer has hit...and it's HOT. Of course, having huge windows facing the blazing sun and no air conditioner doesn't help. Some days have been absolutely unbearable. All I want is to pass out on the couch and dump cold water over my head.

Portland summer days are long. Sun's up by 5:30 and doesn't set until 9ish. Despite growing up in Florida, I'm not used to so much sunshine in one day. But something about it is magical...natural fuel having me run around like the Energizer bunny.

My days are filled with hours of writing my YA novel and playing with friends in the sun. Breathing in the fresh air, surrounded by lush trees and brilliant flowers. Grateful for this "happy happy joy joy"  and banking this feeling for when winter rolls on in.

soak in the sunshine,

Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Dream Yourself Awake

Dream SoulMate by Sonja Thomas
Spent the past Saturday at a visual journal mixed media day retreat -- "Dreaming Yourself Awake", where we spent the day journaling about a dream, one desire we want in our life and how to bridge the two together. Then we pasted images, doodled, wrote words and painted over the journaling, which resulted in my first official mixed media masterpiece above, "Dream SoulMate".

What an amazing time creating and connecting with other wonderful women. Mary Garvey was such a joy - her lighthearted, giggly spirit was the perfect introduction into a creative world I so want to express in my everyday life, but have been so afraid to move forward with. She gently guides you to embrace and enjoy the process and let go of any attachments to the outcome. It was so empowering to allow my voice and self shine.

dream yourself awake,

Monday, May 20, 2013

Girls got moves

National Dance Week Flash Mob (Full) from Nia Technique on Vimeo.

Been feeling stuck this past week. And even when I got up and moved forward, it was like wadding uphill through knee deep mud. There had been several nights when I declared "ENOUGH!" and then settled back into old, not at all good for me, habits. And when those habits -- too much sugar and too much TV -- didn't make me feel any better, an old familiar self refused to let this piece of me go.

When I saw the Sunday Scribblings Prompt: Moves, I was reminded of the Nia Flash Mob in Portland on April 29 (see video above). I am a huge Nia fan (thanks Kiki!) and went out to support my fellow teachers and dancers with no intention of dancing. But ten minutes in when one of my favorite songs began to play, I couldn't resist. I jumped on in.

It reminds me that no matter where we are in the moment, that the universe is always there to support us. Whether through a great quote from a favorite TV show, a hug from a friend, or an awesome hip shaking song...we are not alone and we have all that we need to keep on moving.

So, it's a new week. Instead of wallowing in my tired body, my worn out mind and self-defeating emotions, I choose to keep getting up and moving forward. It doesn't matter whether I crawl, stand still or even slip back a few feet. What matters is that I don't give up. That I keep moving towards my goals. That I listen to my needs and feed my mind, body and soul whatever it truly needs...all with the support of the universe.

use your moves,

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Friday, March 8, 2013

Angel on earth

Angel on earth by sonja thomas

the above doodle was inspired by my beautiful friend, erica pastore, a true angel on earth who radiates creativity, sparkle and love. shine on sister.

let your spirit shine,

Tuesday, March 5, 2013


Hold your breath.
Clench your fist.
Only takes a mere heartbeat
for what you know to change.

Blink. Rub your eyes.
Take a moment to realize
nothing stays the same.

Loved ones relish, dispute and die.
Relationships end, stagnate, begin.
First love. First kiss.
First time.

Win, lose, failure, success.
None of it good or bad.
Just is. A consequence.
Thoughts, feelings, reaction - 
leads to action or immobilized.
A moment in time.

All shapes who you are
and leads to who you'll be.
Every choice builds you up or tears you down.
Only to rebuild, put back together.
For better or worse.
Every and no thing matters.

Don't like what you see?
Here's another moment
to create who you'll be.

the above poem was inspired by Sunday Scribblings #359 - Moment.

be in the moment,

Friday, February 15, 2013

Real connection

Everyone craves connection. That's why you see so many people glued to their smart phone...anticipating that beep, not wanting to miss out, drowning in information overload...yet still wanting to feel connected.

True connection won't be found on a twitter feed or status update. Instead turn it off. All of it. Turn off the television, cell phone, laptop...anything with a screen staring at you.

Walk outside. Feel the sunshine warm your skin, bathe in the moon's glow or dance in the pouring rain. Sit by a tree and hear its wisdom. Watch a sunrise, a sunset, a shooting star. Let the wind lead you on an adventure with no destination in mind.

Eat a delicious meal in silence. Enjoy the flavors, the aroma, the texture...the way your tongue squeals with delight.

Paint a picture. Use your fingers. Sing in the shower. Dance in your underwear. Write flash fiction or the next great American novel. Send a hand-written love letter to your mom, best friend, or your favorite coffee shop barista. Hug a pet. Smile at a stranger. 

Have a real conversation. Listen. Look them in the eye. Open your heart and mind. Share and reveal your true self; not what the world expects to see.

Slow down. Be in the moment, engaging all senses, whether washing dishes, reading this post or a heart-to-heart with a loved one. Truly experience an intimate connection.

Unplug the electronics and plug back into your life. Even if only until the next beep. 

this post inspired by the video shown above,  "What our screens are doing to us"

turn off the distractions,

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Hats off

A fun creative play date with my Creative Way friend Kaitlyn produced the oh so fun claymation video above. Don't blink or you will surely miss it.

It took TWO hours to build the set, create the different facial expressions and shoot the still photos of our actors. And then more blood, sweat and tears to turn the stills into an incredibly short film. And yes, the credits are way longer than the actually film....whateves.

By the way, did you catch Miss Pink Lady winking? Or Mr. Green Jean's hat fly off his head (major special effects going on here, peeps!).

So much love sent out to all the creators of animation films...don't know how they muster the patience, but sure do get the inspiration and fun.

mold your own world (no play-doh required),

Saturday, February 9, 2013

Pep talk

PDX street art @ NW Glisan and 18th

Friends are the most precious resources.
Always nurture and handle with care.
Open your heart and mind to receive their love,
and they will do the same in return.
Run toward them with open arms
 when you need that shoulder to lean on.
Friends illuminate the darkness
revealing your beauty and wisdom within.

pep, pep, hooray!

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

"I wish they knew...

...how much I love my life."

When I sat down to free write on the Sunday Scribblings prompt 'immunity', my first thought was "I wish I was immune to loneliness."

This last week has been plagued with darkness. I've been stuck, mainly in my head, but it's clutched onto my body keeping me from moving forward.

Watching the CBS evening news, I saw the piece here about Todd Love, a U.S. Recon Marine in Afghanistan two years ago who lost both legs and his left forearm to a landmine. Since last year Love has kayaked, skydived, wrestled with an alligator, surfed and scuba dived.

Monday, February 4, 2013

Horse at a bus stop

Horse waiting for the #15 at NW 23rd & Overton St

just when I thought Portland street art couldn't push the boundaries of creativity any further...thanks for continuing to blow my mind and tickle me with laughter. love you so, PDX.

ride 'em cowboy!

Thursday, January 31, 2013

Back it up!

“Jesus saves, but Buddha backs up.”
- Voice from Tech Support [from Library Journal article by Douglas Lord

After a recent computer scare, you know the kind where your laptop slows down to a crawl for absolutely no reason, I instantly pictured all my files - my writing, financial records, pictures, music, bookmarks - everything that I hold dear disappearing into an unknown black hole. Although my laptop is backed up once a week to an outside drive, a lingering doubt that all my files will be restored exactly as is plagues my anxiety. So I instantly backed up my most important, irreplaceable treasures online to Dropbox.

Don't wait until it's too late to be saved.

back it up!

Sunday, January 27, 2013

You and I are Love

I subscribe to the belief 
that you and I are love. 
That we are all on a journey
of discovering the sacred
 through writing, art, music, dreams, 
meditation, the feminine
and everything in between. 
Focus our thoughts 
on loving expression, 
fueled by the passion
blazing in our belly.
Our emotions flow freely - 
anger, happiness, fear,
sadness, envy and shame -
all welcome to guide us
in choosing the right action.
Our balanced body creates
who we are,
creative, divine beings,
expanding every day, every moment,
shining bright 
for the whole world to see 
and love.

The above was inspired by Sunday Scribblings #354 - Subscribe

be who you really are,