Flowers in the attic

Flowers in the attic and other nostalgic finds.
Cleansing the liver never did much for me but the lemon water is always enticing and brown rice is better now when I think about it than before.

Hungry for this newness.
Awakened and allowing for the re-arrangement in mind.

So body took over since literal space is mental space and clearing began.
My altar now holds pyrite and I saged the shit out of my room.

Goodbye staleness.

I ripped up paper and made it look good, gold marker reminding me that I'm an adult and don't forget sexy!

He said that word popped into his head when I told him my vision.
Bringing back the sexy into the routine.

And I agreed so we hugged.

It always goes this way.

My energy was focused on me today not the other and it felt better than any candy digestion.
I stood vertical for the first time in many months maybe years, as the water poured down.
Standing my ground, I can do this.

My priestess sister calls.
We are loved beyond belief.

To do lists are full and plenty and ready for tomorrow to begin and yet tonight it all feels so easy.

"Let the beauty we love be what we do"

"What a wonderful world!"

And it is. So you texted me from the airport just to amuse this knowing,
and I didn't ingest any holly today since it's all about my growth and worry depletes and dilutes worse than any other substance I know.