fearlessness, wonderment & a little glitter

offbeat

……it’s an off-kilter, swishy, cool, funky, free-wheelin’, mardi-gras dancin’, sweet moon, mess-in-the-studio, shake it up, belly laugh, wearin’ glitter…..

….kind of feelin’….

….it has something to do with love…& the fullness of life…

Love is the secret you unmask yourself to find, the destination where all roads of the journey lead. Dig up the acorn that holds the indestructible seeds of your genius & your joy. Rewrite your victim story. String the beads of your life necklace with care & compassion, faith & fearlessness. Cultivate a sense of wonder…..Elizabeth Lesser

write your own story….

charm your way into your own dance,

your own nuance, your own magic….

gather your beads, write your own story…..

while gathering soul,

I prefer a cool mask with feathers, lots of glitter, & a boa….

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a fairy-tale life…

the glow of a fairy-tale nook....

There is nothing quite like the land of make-believe….

nothing else can make the day a little more magical…all things winged…

maybe a little dream time in a beauteous garden…

I could believe in a dream like this…..a fairy tale house? oh yes…

DailyGood: Man Builds Fairy Tale Home for $4700, by Heidi Stevenson.

winged fairies remind me to open to possibility, to stay fresh…

wandering & wondering…..

if you believe, the fairies will swoop in…

…….I don’t want to live a small life…….

I don’t want to live a small life. Open your eyes,

open your hands. I have just come

from the berry fields, the sun

kissing me with its golden mouth all the way

(open your hands) & the wind-winged clouds

following along thinking perhaps I might

feed them, but no I carry these heart-shapes

only to you. Look how many how small

but so sweet & maybe the last gift

I will ever bring to anyone in this

world of hope & risk, so do.

Look at me. Open your life, open your hands.

Mary Oliver

what is hidden behind the moon?

roar of silence...

If we had a keen vision & feeling of all ordinary life, it would be like hearing the grass grow & the squirrel’s heartbeat & we should die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence…..George Eliot

Making wishes to the night sky….upon a star…..something magical in that silence of a wish…inspires an opening….no goal setting……no implementation….no roadblocks..

a  place of ease…a natural resting place…

It is the other side of silence…..playful…..deeper than mystery….

Somehow….the most beautiful place we go when in silence….wishing & waiting….. becomes not about the outcome anymore…

It’s the stillness, the intention coming from wonderment…

Receiving… 

Maybe this sweet spot is grace…this silence its own reward…the stars & moon a place to rest your heart…

‘A mystical experience is a sense of your not being what you thought you were, an experience of your heart’s or mind’s true nature. It is a startingly clear & moving feeling.’…Mark Epstein

Clear….like the night sky…..like the space behind the moon…