Every day I have but one obligation to my self TO STAY WITH WHAT IS This is Love in the now.
A success story
A story is what we tell ourselves Interesting! What story do I tell myself now? Changing the way we communicate with ourself is the first step to writing a success story. 💜
What day is it?
a fucking blue day oh oh oh breathe breathe breathe watch your thoughts observe yourself blah blah blah fuck fuck fuck off off off if i could paint blue paint everywhere i would! perhaps i can! ha! in my mind everything is fucking blue how about that? thoughts manifest therefore the entire planet is blue…
IS MINDFUL LIVING A MATTER OF CONVENIENCE?
JjJJjjjJ… DOODLING THE LETTER J... J IS SHAPED LIKE A HOOK. CONVENIENCE IS SHAPED LIKE A HOOK TOO! THE CONVENIENCE OF HAVING A PLASTIC STOPPER FOR A TAKEAWAY COFFEE SO IT DOESN'T SPILL ON MYSELF OR MY CAR. HMMM. WHAT HAPPENS TO THE PLASTIC STOPPER WHEN WE ARE FINISHED WITH IT? DO WE REUSE IT?…
SATURNDAY, 2-11-23 STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS
SATURNDAY, 2-11-23 when i treat myself as a precious object i become strong. i like printing in my notebook where no part of any letter hangs over the line. every letter has its boundaries and keeps themselves and others safe. ||||| what do you think happens to buried pain in an individual? it festers and…
Why say hello?
A smile is warmer Softer than a cloud Words can break the spell of harmony A smile can be answered with a smile No words are needed I choose to smile now ❤
Earth
Bloody earth Saturated with killings, death, destruction What are we doing to ourselves? Speciesism is the old world We are creating the new world Now At our centre we are a teeming ocean full of life A regenerative forest floor But outside of our golden hearts We are a raging torrent of grief How do…
What do you see ? 🐙
Silver fish little noodles of them dart through the clear sparkling waters. Sunlight dances on the surface and casts ripples of shadow on the sand beneath. It’s fun to watch them in my mind or am I there toes digging into the sand? 💙
THE WILD WILD WITCH
Crafty kitten Lifts the veil of lies Uncovering the treasure I am Always was Always will be ||||| The mind needs Silence Stillness I am still here Amidst the noise And careening city I am still Here ||||| A taste of the wild It is me I am wild Where I am Does not matter…
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