I dwell within a sacred temple. My body is not divine yet it houses the spark of my potential. Every act can be a moment of devotion. Attention maintained, sharp as a cut diamond. Focus is entire, neglecting no part of the self. I carry the sacred with grace and strength; it is my gift, my precious treasure to serve this world.


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Embrace of a rose

I want to plunge into your strength, be wrapped in your protection and tenderness. Let me rest my head against your chest that I might feel the cadence of your heart. Oh, how that sound soothes my restless spirit. I rage against the chaos and mundane. I know that peace is within me not without but please just for now, just for this moment wrap me up in your strength that I might draw from it and stand firmer for another day meandering; breathing love into embers and teasing a smile from my disheartened soul. I found a treasure my love, but it has slipped from grasp and sight. I will find it again and polish the tarnish, return it to gleam like the stars that fell from my eyes, but for now, just for this precious moment please wrap yourself around me, a borrowed garment providing protection, so I no longer feel lost, that my heart may fortify again and find the will to bloom.

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Shake your hair loose and pluck the debris of the past free. Seek new memories, old remade, a future unseen. Reinvent your story. Call to the wild abandon within, sleeping, wake her, shake her alive. Dance, walk, stand, stamp your foot and speak out of turn. Tell yourself something true about yourself. Convince yourself it is real. Turn down that nasty voice in your head amplify the quiet one, the one that will give all your love away hold some greedily for yourself stay your giving heart for a moment to feel the pleasure for yourself. It’s more than ok to feel good. It’s damn fine. Untangle your snags. Let loose your beautiful hair. Don’t let anyone tell you there is not enough love in the world, there is, if only we would let it within.

I wrote this for a blogger friend some time ago it jumped out at me tonight so I thought I’d share it…

“My dear, in th…

“My dear, in the midst of hate, I found there was, within me, an invincible love. In the midst of tears, I found there was, within me, an invincible smile. In the midst of chaos, I found there was, within me, an invincible calm. I realized, through it all, that… In the midst of winter, I found that there was, within me, an invincible summer. And that makes me happy. For it says that no matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me, there’s something stronger – something better, pushing right back.”

Albert Camus


I thought to weave myself a cape of memory tonight. Feather-light but warm with the nourishment of emotional enchantment. A playlist of mementos plucked from diverse times. Can scent be woven into texture that the senses would be fulfilled? Can touch be quilted within the tissues of my mind? Can memory be recalled with enough strength to empower me when silence is needed and my heart is worn threadbare? My fingers ache for the stitching that can restore this rend. All out of thread I am weaving a cloak of memories to conceal me as I take leave this place and meander once more.

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