I know what I am after, but I can't say I know where it exists. Where does priceless matter lie? This is nothing short of being a gold miner. A gold digger of a different sort - I am. Digging into the depths of time and space. Looking. Seeking the priceless. The priceless [...]
I am Poppy. We are the same and we are different. We are of the same species and we are different specimens. As female, knowing what specimen you are (it makes life better). We have similar aspects and we may speak a different language. As a woman, knowing what language you speak (matters). [...]
You have no space. And without space, you suffocate. Stuff is your suffocation. Cluttered. Internal and external clutter. Mental and physical clutter. We (as humans), yes, have the capability to be ‘boundless’ i.e. without boundary, however, to be boundless via the internet – in the boundless consumption of thousands of people (minds) in one day – [...]
The deep sense of freedom that comes with a calm, internal "No." It feels light, it feels gracious, it feels free - and frees me up for more energy. A No that wasn't always calm. Violent it was. Havoc on my nervous system, and the chemical abuse in my body that pursued. A [...]
PICK UP YOUR MAT John 5: 3-9 Do you want to get well? Goodness asked. And I did not hear. I hate my life. I hate my life. I hate my life. And Truth reminded me - I don't hate my life - I hate my current life circumstances. I have hate for my existence, [...]
Soul-Emancipation To free my soul from mental and societal constraints. To free my soul from trivial pursuits. Free from insignificance. To free my soul from worthless matters. Free from biological and psychological pollutants. Free from the embedded atmosphere of toxic intoxication. Free from the useless rhythms of the mind. And from that which stagnates the [...]
Human Jazz Interdependence they say. The interdependence of me. Like Jazz. Human Jazz I am. An orchestra of my biological self, senses (a five piece band), and emotional body that feels. The small-mind of me, the higher-mind of me, and everything in between. My so-called soul and spirit. Holy it all is. [...]
A Grace-Filled Beauty Routine There’s nothing anti (opposed or against) about it. I am aging. A wise woman once told me, “When you argue with reality, you lose.” And the reality is, I have reached an age where I find myself in the “anti-aging” section. Much the same as one moves through the children’s section, [...]
If I really wanted to participate in social change for all - to heal the oppression for all – if I really believed in unity for all – and we the people – I’d have to go nowhere other than looking into my own eyes to see what wants to be seen. It’s [...]
It's something you don't understand until you're ready to understand. Second graders aren't ready to understand calculus. And that's important to mention because you don't give up - you keep going - until you understand. She* was talking about her beliefs and said, "I didn't trust Love." Those words came to me like a power [...]
Swarmed like a plague - of my "not-enoughness" - like a full-blown stress disorder - the internal trauma of lack that destroys my ness. Nothing less than a disease of my soul, upon which I plan to cure. The plan to cure my not-enoughness. To clear out the infection of rejection and to start injecting [...]
