Masterpiece for Photo Friday

I’ve been having an idealogical conversation with a friend of late. I’m g r a t e f u l for the opportunity to do some self questioning and clarify what I truly believe. The words of Walt Whitman in “All is Truth” pretty much sum up what I believe about Life on this plane….

I’m getting the feeling that my Spirit/Inner Child/Higher Self is tired of me ignoring it or telling it to shush. The voice is getting louder these days. Blessed Be!

“To prolong life, worry less.” -Chinese Proverb

Goddess-in-training, Gigi, weilding her feminine power. The concept of “feminine” is an interesting one to me. What we perceive as feminine, especially in American culture, is often some kind of boxed-in, pale, sliver of femininity. Pink or feminine somehow denotes weak and helpless to some. It’s like when men insult other men by calling them…

breathless (your words leave me this way) crushing multi-layered longing too-good-to-be-true brilliant encapsulating all I feel in words I could never find filaments of love connecting in a measureless space between connectedness(ness) beauty enraptured I am breathless (oh yes)

I am allowing the transitions in my life to be smooth by surrendering to flow.