Hello beauty. What do you do when your switch has been flipped and your triggers have you fired up? Do you lash out? Do you lash in? Do you lash out and then lash in? That last one use to be me. Get steaming mad. Freak out. Feel like a horrible failure of a person.… Continue reading Monday Love: weaving a love story with yourself.
Oh Baby! You are so freaking sexy. Let me just lead with that. In fact maybe that’s all that needs to be said. Right here, right now, exactly as you are in this moment. Allowing all parts of you to sing and dance and kick and scream and whatever else this moment calls for.… Continue reading Monday Love
Hey beauty, What if there really is such a thing as heaven on earth? What if it lies in the first sip of your morning elixir? Be it a soothing herbal tea, a rev you up cup of coffee, a spicy chai, a lush green drink or a tropical smoothie that reminds you what it… Continue reading Monday Love
Or, from here henceforth, Magic Monday. I looked it up just now, and guess what, Monday is an excellent day to perform love spells. That’s pretty much what we’re doing when writing love letters. Casting spells with our words. It’s pretty much what we do all day long, so maybe practicing some fun, sassy, tuned… Continue reading Monday Love…
Hello Beauty, what kind of music are you making today? Do you choose it or does it choose you? Or perhaps it’s a dance between the two. Just something to ponder. Or not. You get love. No matter what. Whether you’re rolling around in it like a puppy in a grassy meadow or think you… Continue reading Monday Love
Hello my love, I saw this poem in a book called Love Her Wild, by Atticus: “We are all born free and spend a lifetime becoming slaves to our own false truths.” Let’s not do that today. It’s becoming rather boring. You are an incandescent, magnetic, breathtaking, rare beauty. Let that lead the way for… Continue reading Monday Love
Hey baby cakes, I love you. Close your eyes. Breathe. Oh, there she is, hello. How ya doin? In the words of the marvelous Mary Oliver in her poem Wild Geese, You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.… Continue reading Monday Love