I love this magical little plant. I got a start of it from my sister-in-law. Apparently, the original plant was cared for by my partner’s grandmother. I love caring for it as my children grow. I feel as though I’m watering their roots in tandem with the plant’s roots. 
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.
“Inner Child” by John McCormick, edited by me “Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up.” ~Pablo Picasso I have been on this journey for many years. This journey of following the call of my heart, of bringing forth my inner essence into the world. I…
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…
I like to walk the edge. I like to F E E L alive and edge-walking makes life all that much more delicious. Except… I am tired of flirting with risk in the relationship department. That which feels risky and uncertain is just that. Not fulfilling, not energizing, not life-affirming… Just broken. (who wants to…
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