Butterflies were released from the dark places.
Her heart, relieved and stronger,
flung itself wider.
(and she rejoiced)
what do you mean by that, anyway? (i mean exactly what i said. there is nothing hidden here) why do you have to question everything? (because things need questioned) can’t you ever just be satisfied? (sure, but not with everything and not right now) maybe you’re in this situation because of the choices you’ve made….
you live in a box made of limits, rules and pain perhaps you like it
I just went through my flickr photostream and found this. It’s a fave. I never went to the Lusty Lady–a Seattle icon that recently closed–but I always liked their marquees. This one represents two big parts of me: Love and Eroticism. Go forth and have an erotic day. Every day.
in autumn in the burgeoning light of a new day the songbird eats honeysuckle fruit getting stronger reclaiming gifts she once left behind to share freely in the rain she is cleansed and renewed returning home
“One regret, dear world, that I am determined not to have when I am laying on my deathbed is that I did not kiss you enough.” -Hafiz
It is my belief that play brings miracles. I have been in a bit of a dark place and have needed to lighten up a bit. I know I need to tickle, laugh, play, dance, frolic….all of it. Just now I opened my Hafiz book, “The Gift”, translated by Daniel Ladinsky to this wonderful, affirming…