The roots always pray for their flowers. 🙏

I’ve tied the knot, quite literally. The knot symbolizes an unbreakable, eternal bond with no beginning or end, representing the enduring and interconnected nature of our union. 💞

"The price good men pay for indifference to public affairs is to be ruled by evil men." - Plato

It’s about knowing Who you really are Underneath it all - The part that can’t be Broken by circumstances, Diminished by failure, Or separated from The source of life itself. From this place, You don’t have to try To be loving. You just are. You don’t have to force Creativity. It flows.

Will you live From the noise & endless commentary Of a mind that thinks It’s job is to worry About everything It cannot control? Or will you live From the steady center - That place in you That knows You belong to something vast, Something real That doesn’t falter When circumstances change? Choose

We’re here to be The clear channel For something eternal & beautiful To move into the world Through us. Not because we’re trying To be inspirational Or earn our place In some cosmic plan. But because living From the truth Of who we are Naturally blesses Everything we touch. #poem #divine #cosmic

Challenges will come. Loss will too. Moments will arrive That test every assumption You thought you could count on. But when you’re anchored In that quiet place within, The storms will pass through you Without becoming you. And you meet it With a clarity That isn’t swayed by fear. #poem #challenge

Learning to feel The difference between The ego’s urgent demands And the soul’s patient guidance. One feels like pressure, The other like invitation. One creates resistance, The other opens doors You didn’t know existed. #poem #ego #soul

Your personality, Your talents, Your beautiful quirks - They’re just the way Your eternal self Chooses to dress For this particular dance In time. #poem #poetry #eternal

I get married in 19 days. If you were writing vows, what would you say? 🤔

Somewhere in the future, Someone benefits From ground I am preparing now, Seeds I’m learning To plant and tend In the mysterious Garden of becoming. #poetry #Poem #BlueskyPoetry #SkyPoet #future #mystery

When I tend well The garden of attention, Pull the weeds Of reactivity, Plant seeds Of genuine care, Somethings shifts In the field we share. The harvest Is not mine alone But feeds The hungry world With whatever peace I’ve managed To cultivate. #poetry #Poem #BlueskyPoetry #SkyPoet #kindness #grow

In the cultivation Of inner landscape, Are tools worn smooth From years of work: Morning quiet, Questions that open Rather than close, Honest conversation, The practice of noticing Without judgment. Books that break Hard ground of assumption, Music that waters The dry places.

And so with the work Of cultivating Inner ground: I plant intentions For peace, for clarity, But what emerges Includes everything - The failed attempts That taught discernment, The unexpected detours That became new paths, The weeds that showed me What I really valued When I chose To pull them up.

I am learning This delicate balance: When to push, When to rest, When effort serves And when it hinders The natural unfolding Of whatever in me Wants to grow. #grow #growth #balance #natural

Summer: the work Of steady tending, Daily attention To growth, Watering the dry places, Watching for signs Of pest or disease, Learning to trust The process. #summer #poetry #Poem #BlueskyPoetry #SkyPoet

The work is daily Pulling up what doesnt serve Making space For what I’ve chosen To cultivate: Kindness, clarity The slow-growing crops Of compassion Some weeds come easy Others have deep taproots That require patient digging Tool work A willingness To disturb the surface To get @ what’s underneath

The seed knows What I forget: That burial Is not ending But beginning, That darkness Is not absence But the womb Of what’s becoming. #poetry #Poem #BlueskyPoetry #SkyPoet #becoming #future #seeds #womb #sacred #remember

There are fields gone hard From seasons of neglect, Thoughts packed tight As clay-rich soil Sheds the rain. What plow can break This desensitized crust? What blade is sharp enough To turn the stubborn ground Of old assumptions, Worn-out patterns, The comfortable hardpan Of the way things are?

I do not make the corn grow tall - That’s the sun’s bright mystery, The soil’s dark alchemy, The rain’s sweet gift. But I can plant the seed, Pull the weeds that choke, Turn earth that’s hard, Create conditions For the sacred work. #poetry #Poem #BlueskyPoetry #SkyPoet #sacred #alchemy

The culture builds its dams, Diverts the flow to power It’s mils of fear and wanting. But we have found the source, The place where rivers Learn to river. Let it move in us, Let it carve new channels Through the landscape Of what humans Have agreed is real. #poetry #Poem #BlueskyPoetry #SkyPoet

We could wait, Let it find us Huddled in the caves Of our inheritance. Or we could rise, Strip off the heavy coats Of how-things-are, And run naked Toward the burning edge Of what-could-be. #poetry #Poem #BlueskyPoetry #SkyPoet

Each of us: a point of light In the vast dark canvas Of becoming. Connected not by wire or word But by the invisible thread That pulls all futures Toward their flowering We feed on possibility Drink from the well Of what-is-not-yet-formed, Grow strong on dreams That dare to call themselves Tomorrow

Pure consciousness streams Like morning light through leaves - Vertical descent of grace Into our horizontal hunger. We are the bridge between What was and what could be, Ancestors to children Not yet dreaming of themselves.

Every time we speak, we imprint the field. Not just with what we say, but how we say it. Tone, intention, and presence are part of the transmission.

Learning about herbs was part of my “apocalypse plan” when I was young. Now, as an herbalist, I am so grateful to get to share this vital wisdom with others. 💚

Sway those hips and rock that cauldron!!

Dancing makes me happy 😊

“I cannot help it,” cries the voice That speaks of victimhood by choice. “The world is hell, therefore I must Give into darkness, fear, and dust.” But who is “I” who suffers so? What hand directs where thoughts will go? What power chooses heaven’s gate? Or hell’s dominion of debate? 1/2 #poem

Some #rules exist To keep order. Others exist To keep us ordinary. The sacred rebels Who changed the world Are just people Who learned to tell The difference. #vss365 #poetry #Poem #BlueskyPoetry #SkyPoet #WriteSky #WritingCommunity

The question isn’t Whether you’re worthy. The question is Whether you’re willing To let worthiness Live through you.

We are the ones Who decide Whether divine possibility Stays trapped in potential Or bursts into form, Lighting up our lives And the world around us With what was always Waiting to shine. #divine #poem #spirit #spirituality #revolution

The divine doesn’t want Our passive compliance. It wants our active presence, Our conscious participation In the sacred collaboration Of bringing heaven to earth. #god #spirit #divine

The electricity is always there, Ready to light up Every bulb in the house, But the switch Must be turned on. The current of Spirit Flows constantly Through the invisible wiring Of existence, But unless we make ourselves Available - Present, Willing, Real - Nothing illuminates. #poem #Spirit

Listening for the pattern That wants to emerge Through our willing hands, Our open hearts, Our collective body Moving as one.

The river of possibility Runs right through The center of your life - Clearwater, endless current, Carrying everything you need To become who you’re meant to be. But standing on the bank, Admiring the flow, Analyzing the depth, Talking about the beauty Changes nothing. 1/2

Grant me the wisdom To know what only I can do, The courage to let go Of what others can do better, And the strength to build A life that doesn’t need saving Because it was designed To save itself. #poem #poetry

When the radio Can’t quite catch The station, Do we say The music Doesn’t exist? When the clouds Cover the sun, Do we declare The light Has died?

Before me sits A living entity - Breath moving in and out With ancient rhythm, Heart beating the same Eternal song as mine. I attune not to What troubles you, But to what enlivens you. Not your limitation, But your limitless nature. 1/2

To see with divine eyes Is to watch a man stumble And witness his grace. To see with divine eyes Is to hear a woman cry And recognize her strength. To see with divine eyes Is to meet someone Drowning in their darkness And attune to the light The’ve temporary forgotten How to find. 1/2

Your favorite melody Still plays clear and strong Behind the crackling static Of this difficult day. #hope #poem

May I tune Past the interference, To hear the song beneath Your temporary storm. May I see you - Not the migraine, Not to worry, Not the sleepless nights That follow you like shadows. May I see the light That chose this body, The eternal hum That makes your heart Keep perfect time. #poem

Trusting the Process 🌊

When Heaven Touches Earth 2021 For the theme of #BreakingTheRules #SensoryArt #ColorADay #BlueTue #sunbeams #crepuscularrays #goldenhour #sunset #bluehour #silhouette #dusk #celestial #naturephotography #nature #scape #Art #ArtYear #写真 #風景 #Foto #Fotografia #EastCoastKin #cloudscape #Exp

One of the most important and powerful things any kid can do to make a better world is if they see someone being pushed around, stand up for them. Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez

Learning to read your own seasons To feel the subtle shift When something moves From “not yet” to “now” It’s the art of timing The dance between Patience & action, Waiting & harvesting Purpose unfolds Like nature itself, Each phase necessary, Each delay sacred, Everything arriving In perfect time