Everything starts here. All the beauty and the wretched stumbling. Yet there is nothing that lets love shine more brilliantly than the vulnerability of being alive. One more step into the unknown. You see, we live with faith every day.
It’s automatic that we have faith we will wake up in the morning. We have faith the sun will rise. Why don’t we have Faith that we will rise? As individuals. As a community. As women. As Gods.
When we start loving each other as Light, the body becomes sacred. The life becomes sacred. The Love becomes Sacred.
I stand ready to tumble into the wilderness of our collective heart; to build a civilization of pure being.
The pair was stacked. Two hollow accordions sitting deflated, squat, and patient on the floor.
Off season.
can you only have one sketch is that the deal
Where did my last sketch go
Even your Fairy God Mother can get hijacked by multiple streams of consciousness and quantum possibilities.
Someone asked me, why don't you defend yourself?
Slow down long enough to witness the awe of nature (monarch migration). Monarchs travel in masses, but maintain independence also.
Fuel.