Words. Infused with a tone in tune with itself. Filled with good intentions. Served by the energy of beauty, courage, and grace. Given. Received. Digested. Embodied – into one’s flesh. Words become flesh and dwell within you. Words. Words are my art. Words are my work. Words are my offering. Words. They bid my bloodContinue reading “Words”
A Teaspoon of Birdsong.
It’s the gift of hindsight. Because I didn’t remember, but now I do. I didn’t know, but now I do. At the time, I didn’t know it was happening. I didn’t know because I didn’t appreciate. I didn’t know to appreciate, and I didn’t know how important it was. I sat every morning for yearsContinue reading “A Teaspoon of Birdsong.”
Stop Outsourcing The Desire for Felt Beauty.
What if you were already beautiful? At what point would the striving end? Felt Beauty. Validation. Outsourcing & Desire. “I want to be loved for who I am. I want him to love me just the way I am,” she said. “What does that mean?’, I asked, “Who are you? What way are youContinue reading “Stop Outsourcing The Desire for Felt Beauty.”
The Beauty of Senses & Eggs.
I remember when the gifts of my 5 senses came to me. “Came to me” might not be the best choice of words – as if I was ever without them. Let me rephrase: I remember when I came to appreciate the gifts of my 5 senses. I was on retreat in the rainforest. Continue reading “The Beauty of Senses & Eggs.”
The Pursuit of Priceless Matters.
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 pricelessContinue reading “The Pursuit of Priceless Matters.”
I Am Fe.
I see it everywhere – the pain of not knowing what it means to be a female. I see it in her. I see it in myself. I see it in our body language – in the weak stance of our sadness, desperation, and hopelessness of possibly never knowing the quality and value ofContinue reading “I Am Fe.”
Jazz I Am.
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.Continue reading “Jazz I Am.”
The Oppression Connection.
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’sContinue reading “The Oppression Connection.”
I Am Poppy.
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).Continue reading “I Am Poppy.”
Enough of Not Enough
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 withContinue reading “Enough of Not Enough”
Pleasure Me Not.
What does happiness and pleasure look like if I don’t need or want more material gain? What does prosperity look like if I don’t need material prosperity? Hi Everyone, Welcome to The Studio. This article was such a pleasure for me to write. It’s one of my favorites, and itContinue reading “Pleasure Me Not.”
The Art of Worthy Character.
I am hesitant to use the language of good or bad – as to not say, “The art of good character, ” so I have chosen the language of worthiness. The language of worthiness and of character. And to bring attention to the character in which we are living on a daily basis – likeContinue reading “The Art of Worthy Character.”
The Gracious No.
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. Continue reading “The Gracious No.”
Are You Depleted of Life Vitamins?
I once had a dream that I was in the doctor’s office complaining of fatigue, and just not feeling myself. I told him that it had been a long time since I’d genuinely felt happy. He ran some tests, and I waited in the lobby with eager anticipation for my results. The doctor cameContinue reading “Are You Depleted of Life Vitamins?”
2022: Hospital(ity) Innovation.
“You don’t know what you have here. You simply don’t know what you have.” I doubt if anyone really understood what he meant. He was obviously speaking about America and telling us we did not appreciate what it was.* As long as this body is breathing, there is opportunity. There is opportunity inContinue reading “2022: Hospital(ity) Innovation.”
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