I crave simplicity. When I think of my “dream life,” I am free. Free to roam in the woods and follow a river- not following the designated path. We’ve- yes, we’ve- got music to soothe our aches and pains. And laughter to bring humanity closer. (Lynyrd Skynyrd: Simple Man). My poised yet contemplative stance equipped to spit poetic epiphany-evoking proverbs. Are we angels or have we found extra favor in God’s eyes? (Dave Matthews Band: Crush).
The animals follow- not my dominance- but my energy. (Blind Melon: No Rain). They want to join in with the joyous Jubilee. After 6000 years, we finally unite to end our self destruction and bring the purity in our stewardship back to this dying garden.
How many people have truly smiled today? For no other reason except that life is a beautifully complicated mix of musical tones and notes splattered in perfect rhythm across the scales of emotions: I just ♮ FADE# into happiness. (Dave Matthews Band: Satellite and #41).
When I was a kid, my secret spot to get away from everyone was up the chicken coop to the hay loft of an old abandoned barn. Or hiding in the dark closet atop a pile of clothes so that I could think. (Chris Cornell: Nothing Compares to You). But when I’m with you, I don’t have to hide.
Obligation can either rob you of your happiness by adding depth to the masks we wear to protect our fragile egos (DMB: All Along the Watchtower) or the perceptions of obligations might transform to an erotic blessing between friends. Own me if you dare to tame the seas and call out my name as being yours. (DMB: Say Goodbye). Take off your masks. Breathe me in. Come home. (Counting Crows: Round Here).
We’re already here! We are free. Laughter abounds and love is possible. Walls have been torn down and masks have been removed. Creatures linger at my feet and lounge in my lap. And my words… my words reach…. who they need to in the moment. Simplicity is here. And it feels amazing! (DMB: The Space Between).
God speaks to me through spirit animals and the Grasshopper told me to take a leap of faith because…
“Life begins at the end of your comfort zone” (Neale Donald Walsch).
Did you live your life today?
I am the sea.
The depths of life are in me.
Mountains rise from the fiery core. Dancing to life’s lunar tug… more, baby, more!
Pregnant with creative ideas and gratitude. Giving birth to generosity and healing on a scale of great magnitude.
An ecosystem rich with unexplored diversity. Bubbling with potential against adversity.
I AM THE SEA!
Life is created and destroyed in me!
I can be your devastation. Or your sublime destination.
I can provide safe haven in port when you tire. But know that I can ravage your vessel if it is my desire!
Glory in the sundown calm glassy sheeth. Embrace the power, the rage, the vibrance beneath.
I am the sea!
As all women- Divine Feminine- like me.
Thank you to my friends and family for encouraging me to get this blog “off the ground” and “out of my head.”
[Replacing the words to Billy Ocean’s “Get Outta My Dreams, Get Into My Car:” “Get outta my head, get into my blog… ooohhooohhh”].
When sharing my experiences and observations, I’ll try to keep the tangents to a minimum; however, sometimes, they are so “out there” or lame, that they are pretty funny. Don’t worry though: I’ll always come back around. There is a method to this madness.
Authenticity is key; therefore, here is why writing is such a huge part of my life. Many who know me can attest that I hate crowds. I hate parties with lots of people. I do not do well with small talk. I’m the gal at a party in the kitchen because 1) I just don’t know what to say to people if it isn’t meaningful dialogue, 2) I experience energetic sensory overload, and 3) being “busy” is better than being “antisocial.” In this perfectly busy life, I don’t often get to sit at a coffee shop for hours discussing the philosophies of life [RIP Ike’s Truck Stop]. I don’t get to meet random people, dominate them in a game of chess, then drive 400 miles on a whim… all while discussing the philosophies of life. I don’t get to smoke a bowl, listen to my friend jam on the acoustic guitar, and write songs… about the philosophies of life [You know who you are….You are an amazing artist: Follow your dreams!]. With three kids, that life just isn’t practical or safe. So… in order to maintain my sanity, I must do something a little crazy: Spill it all in a blog. The safe and practical way for the modern-day philosopher [and working single mom; aka “A boss”] to share the love of ideas and learning.
[Songs that best caption who I am: “I’d Have To Be Crazy” by Willie Nelson and “Wide Open Spaces” by The Dixie Chicks]