Love the other way around

At the age of 40, Franz Kafka (1883-1924), who had never married and had no children, was walking through the park in Berlin, when he met a little girl who was crying because she had lost her favorite doll. She and Kafka searched for…

Bloom thyself

Woke up this morning and this is what I was compelled to write:  Each time we rise from the ashes/ our wings of love grow bigger – it is the ultimate choice of Self love when we rise again- then we take flight in…

Setting your life free

You’re allowed to leave any story you don’t find yourself in. You’re allowed to leave any story you don’t love yourself in. You’re allowed to leave a city that has dimmed your light instead of making you shine brighter, you’re allowed to pack all…

The overgrown love

I was still determined to pull the overgrown weeds in my moms garden months after she passed from CoVid. Nothing with strangle Love ever again.

Step up, love

I just looked down at my flip-flops and realize they say love. Yes, I do walk in love. Every step.

Beauty as a Sunset

A sunset is a beautiful waning, a denouement to an experience be it a moment, a day or a lifetime. I chose the sunsets of my life – always chasing them before they set in the waters of the pacific. Perhaps subconsciously I was…

In the raindrops

It’s not only seeing the beauty between the raindrops It’s seeing the beauty in the raindrops Even when the raindrops are our tears – Lori Freed

Home

‘I watched in loneliness as many fell away during my grief. I felt sadness as many ran away from my Love. Both are uncomfortable to many – but if you Embrace both – you will be free. Don’t run from Freedom. It is what…

Woke up this morning and this is what I was compelled to write

Each time we rise from the ashes our wings of love grow bigger – it is the ultimate choice of Self-love when we rise again- then we take flight in that love and soar through the sky where our wings release seeds of love…

Hawaii

It is mornings like these that my phone decided I want to see a photo memory that it chooses- not I – Waking up to this one from July 2011 after a meltdown of grief night – I feel kinda numb to be honest….