Reaching for peace within, embracing the practice of self-love, this gives her the strength and courage to burst into bloom once again.
I daydream of meditating for hours. Laying or sitting in silence. My body comfortable and my mind clear. My reality is I am a super busy momma/wife/solopreneur/student. There are things to be done of which I must do. So, I micro-meditate.
“Breathe in, Breathe out They say its all going down, yeah, all gone down But from your center you can see its just goin up and around”
Here’s a little tip from me to you: Don’t hold your breath.
My hope for abundance hastened my judgement when I dug up
I hear, “You just take things too seriously Maybe you’re just too sensitive.” I say, “WHOA…
As Spring comes around again… Sprouts, having burst through, reaching, 2 arms to the sun Young Robin I see you as you keep an eye on everything and everyone Roots supple with what Earth gives in Spring
The hour was late and the evening had been pleasant. Glad to be snuggling into bed, I pulled the blankets over my body but found no comfort or warmth in them, instead, I felt covered by a sudden sense of dread.
Sometimes I liken myself to The Hulk. I’m always mad but I don’t always smash. Then I realize that I am not always mad; rather, I am almost always easily irritated by people when I’ve little time alone.
I love reflecting, connecting and dissecting (ideas and feelings – not frogs or the likes of such). Thus, I shall blog. My goal is to mash together my own musings, artwork, craft projects, life lessons and the things I notice in my profession – plastering them here, on this lovely…