Hushed Arguments

They feel like shaved crayons and,  Akward silences that sound like “A night in Tunisia”. Stop and turn up the volume. Peace and love, D.

My Birthday prayer

It was my birthday on Monday. The weather was so beautiful- thank you Lord. My Dad fixed the muffler on my car in record time- praise God. My Mum took me out for breakfast, and then we drove around for hours looking at houses just because- the Goddess dances in my heart. My Mum said…

In stereo…

when all the ideas meet and have a conversation…

Mended wings

So two streams of thought are merging in my head. These thoughts are mending each other in the process… As these thoughts come together a careless joy will meet a determined spirit. What will be the outcome? Regards, D.

6 weeks till NOW

There are so many directions I could go with this, but let’s try the road less traveled… On this “less traveled” road there is little sleep or glory. At times I am pushed around or berated, but rairly by the outside world… Still there are simple pleasures that help me recall why and were I…

The lioness in her wardrobe…

   Spring is coming and so is success. As I prepare for my first dance in the lime light I think of what to wear… I imaging the lights will be bright… & the road long with short jaunts  with #dangerously frivolous people who sit and wait for you to fall  on your beautiful face.  I’m…

Scraps…

So the change that is reavealed may or may not be predictable… But change is essential and constant- what your step though… Blessings, D.

In the mirror…

  I didn’t take many photos last week- and that’s okay. I looked at the world through my own eyes and felt no need to pause.    I’m getting better at just letting the moment be… Merci, D.

Moving images…

Like the hum of a 1980’s refrigerator in a 1970’s apartment I’m a contradiction – I’m okay with that.  Stand still-                                                remain,                    …

Type 1

I have gone through many judgments and theories as to who and what I am. Here are a few theories… Goddess: Gulible fool:  Star child: Sometimes theories become fact or symboles of an optimistic path- what has become of your theory on the person known as “You”? D.

The Shadow

   I’m tired of the sh#!t on my floor, and the mess laying around screaming for my attention . It’s disgusting, it’s vulgar and it’s my fault.                                                        …