Full of love - riding the changes - sculpting as i ride the tide.

On The Break

On the break where the wave crashes down and the sound splashes,  rhythm sets in.
On the break where sea trips on land and sculpts the sand, my heart beats begin.

What is seen

I see myself in your eyes - crystalline - and I love you so much. To be truly seen. Do I reflect you as you do me? When there are no clouds between our reflections - is this love?

Art is our Song

Working on the transmutation of inspiration, creating an expression in the various languages of our life's symbolic realms - hear my words, my song, see my colors splashed across the canvas of now, be moved by my movement, and be inspired to make your own - we are all here to share this experience let it be your work of art. Let us collaborate and harmonize - make a tribe, a chorus of voices that light up the darkness, let us play and create together. I am an artist in the likeness of the ever-present creator. Let us gather our tribes, let us raise or voices in unison, let us shout our song as a collective with consciousness and love. Art is our song - together our power is exponential - let us manifest a vision of perfect beauty.

Lights, Camera, Action

Lesson of the week - instead of directing my energy externally, I should focus, calm and center and work on all the intentions I have put forth, there is much work to be done and the excitement of the world has gotten me far too distracted. Time to buckle down and be content to work in solitude. Social hour will come again. *Its difficult because I crave the warmth and energy of my tribe (my spirit fam) they can be so fun and inspirational and I love the dynamic. I envision a space we can all work together in and be making a living creating and building. Patience and work and I can have it all.

Love

It is a gift to have loved, been drenched and drunk in it, have fell and swum in it, have climbed its peaks, and dove into its depths. Though I sit on the shore gasping for breath - I long to swim once more.