better than most

This may not be total freedom but it's better than most can say.
to those who fight, I say I wish you never had to pick up that gun.
to those who protect, I say we do care and we really are thankful.
to those who believe that peace is still a possibility, I say we must keep that hope alive, this earth is still dancing with us, so why forget why we really live?

so wipe your feet and sing a loud freedom song!
We live in a democracy and it might not be justice but it's better than most can say.

we are.

 Energy in colored form, what light we are!

fire within

"Beneath the rhapsodies of fire and fire, where the voice that is in us makes a true response, where the voice that is great within us rises up, As we stand gazing at the rounded moon". [wallace stevens]

bleeding rainbows

She bleeds out rainbows since inside is such a cosmic radiance.

Nothing else loves like her and those neon gems she shares, well they are prayer to me.

She lives deep in her own turmoil but it comes out splatter painted and glitter-fueled and the only time you'd know she was pained is when the crayola paints run dry.

Tell her you also delight in the bubbles and the candy -

these ease all pains, always.

Child, come to me and dance the day away in colors dyed so bright.

Hold my hand and feel the wind move us, together let's bleed out freedom.

iridescent

...you become whole again and the soul, she jumps for joy.

the glass house

Gaze not into the future, bulging up the cravings inside that scream that someday it will all be brighter. Indeed, we live in this glass box. You and I love to think we are stuck in all we know.
This is not so. We build these boxes, solder them till they stick strong and then we forget we helped this creation. I've been victim to those days where these hands stuck strong to the cold glass, fingers curling in, wishing to feel the greenness outside. 
It was always so green outside.
But I did not open my glass door and step out. I stayed inside and said, 'not today, this is not my time'.


Today I felt that box around me and it started to make me feel cold all over. Even the sun that bounced off the glass could not warm me within. It was a shaking of sorts and this time my finger nails etched the glass in. I am not a spectator to this life. I am a mover and a shaker and a dancer and a maker. This world is mine to grab and this box is far too small, and I can see the potential of green earth all around me.


Let me change the world! Let us not forget how powerful we are. There is nothing we cannot do and I fear we forget that too often. We label ourselves into who others perceive us to be but this is not our core. Rise up and do the very thing G!D made you for. Dig those hands into the earth and plant those seeds of awe and love. There is only goodness that can come of giving back and I will not stay inside anymore pretending I am not here when called to perform. 


Shatter sharp shards around my feet and let me know I've made a difference!

wanderlust.

Take me to that foreign place, where nobody knows my name.
There I will sit in the gardens of newness and sew myself a new story.
A vibrant tale, filled with giving, sharing and acceptance of all and of myself.
A colorful book it will be with pictures galore that speak to all the beauty there is.
In this garden, I will hand write these stories that unfold and in languages so obscure I will find a way to a homeland that cradles my soul in plush and lets it sing it's sweet prayers in the moonlit air.

Across the globe we will go, book in hand and in heart in search for those moments where those flowers bloom abundantly. Indeed this heart is searching for a safety and a net. A web of sorts to crawl into and in the criss-cross of tangles there I will learn to do what I love.

A word and an image. These are my truths. A small pen mark can do so much and in this book we will share all the knowledge and love within.

Take me to this garden, there I will be free.

Morocco in May.

Curl up with your computers dear friends, this one is a delight! The May Lonny issue is alive now and it is so delicious I could just lick each page! Please, enjoy it here. x

G!d is good.

Be quiet. Hear blessings all around you. 
They live in the roots of the twisted juniper trees and
The creases in the rock formation.
They reside so heavily in the cavernous pit of emptiness that separates you and I.
Those blessings sing gently in the wind that helps the Condors to fly high.
Hear them in the heaviness of the dark, in the softness of the deer's foot prints.
Breathe in those blessings when you are at the bottom of the mountain, as you gaze up in awe.
Sing those blessings out, once you reach the top of the mountain, as you look out in awe.
Take a deep breath in and be silent.
Do you hear those blessings flowing through you?


They live in it all! Open yourself up to that place where they can flow in and out as if they are welcomed guests in an open courtyard.