We are the link between God and earth.

These, my darkest days.

How much more can my heart take?

Will it eventually stop feeling?

Falling. Falling. Falling.

There I go.

And endless downhill ride through the funneling kaleidoscope of smeared memories, love, trauma, self talk, and inner wisdom.

Lost, I am.

Deep in the trees.

They say new is good. Letting go, backwards, sliding, to a forward destination. Is that how it all works?

I don’t know.

I’m speaking to you now wrapped in five quilts. Please turn the heat up so my toes don’t get cold.

Well, when you say stuff sometimes I get magical little butterflies that dance in my body singing cute little adorable songs and it bubbles up in me joyfully like a rigorously shaken two litre of carbonated mineral water showering my entire being with a sensation of joy, being loved, actual real nurturing and support, and I find at that moment nothing is impossible, everything is eternal, abundant, and I’m right where I need to be. Like I’m sitting in a comfy chair by a fire and everything is okay. And that includes my heart.

Home at last!

The depiction of science a method to be revealed

Matters of heart a pressing matter

In days all will be known

Tonight, lay by the fire and allow it’s warmth into your heart

That sweet heart. It’s soft in the middle.

We can help you if you let us.

Go to bed, say your prayer, and open to us.

Nothing we can’t do.

Believe!

Consider the energy and passion of doing for someone you deeply love.

Now..

Consider the energy and passion of doing for someone you don’t deeply love.

Now..

Consider when you deeply love yourself, what you do for you.

It is so nice outside. It is wonderful to have a Koi pond that I can just look at. It’s warm out, and I love that I can just come out here shorts and a T-shirt, bare feet, and just be comfortably. I love that it is late October, the sun is shining, there is so much green in the trees, and life continues to thrive. My feet feel good and strong. My ankles just keep doing their thing. My legs are strong and sturdy. My back is in a wonderful mood. I just let my whole body loose and it feels so nice that I can just do that. I love hearing the fountain in the lake across the field, while at the same time, hearing my little Koi pond fountain. I love that the birds visit in my backyard. Squirrels everywhere, they are such adorable little jokers. I love myself. I love how I can do things because I choose to, supporting myself. I love that I am choosing choice in my life. If I want to do it, I will. If I don’t, I won’t.

The way the sunlight dances over the water and calls to me, a rhythmic dance of soft, lapping repetition. And as so, my heart echoes the pulse. Cooing like a baby in a cuddly cradle, as mother is there to give. I am hypnotized as my heart is restored.

The package is dazzling, bow just right.

Every fold of the shiny paper just as I’d have it.

I still haven’t opened it.

The fantasy is better than knowing the contents.

The picture on my wall is perfect.

You in the sun.

Sometimes when I see you, it’s cloudy.

I’m going back home to dream.

There was a sudden rush

A feeling

An exuberant tide that swept his countryside

Heart pounding

Skin thrush

His sixth dimension unfurled the heavens which swept beneath his feet like a warm furnace after a long burning fire

His hearts desire

Heavens note

The flag that still waves on the off shore boat

He sees himself alas

And once home, he returns to his kingdom.

Therein was his peace