Breathless

I recently ran across a blog post, written by a former lover, that was clearly (although not directly) referring to this post of mine about reclaiming our true self and learning to say yes to our creative selves. It made me smile because what he is referring to is exactly what I do every, single…

Today, I visited my daughter’s school to attend the Martin Luther King, Jr. Assembly. Several wonderful groups from the school performed. We heard his Nobel Prize acceptance speech, pieces of “I have a dream” as well as hearing some wonderful music. While one group performed to the song “I have a dream” by will.i.am, I…

we can’t overplay our hand locked in a deep freeze let’s don’t kid ourselves it takes a lot of work to be reduced to tears the risk of becoming a saboteur and giving oneself a chance takes the key to one’s heart and like a raging bull kisses us like emptiness as if received by…

My dreams are coming true. I am moving out of isolation and darkness into a time of vibrant color, playful soul union and peaceful connectedness. I am very blessed.

Our revels are now ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin air, And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve And, like this insubstantial…

My daughter, Alexandra, being her beautiful, crazy self in front Post Alley’s “gum wall” in Seattle, WA. “Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo….