Feed me

Sweet sea

Free me 

From me

Riding high

I commuted to work on my bicycle for the first time today. I was present and aware enough to slow down and see a family of deer lovingly drinking water from a crystal clear stream. I caught a photo of only the beautiful mama deer, the baby fawn and daddy deer scampered away as I clumsily searched through my pack for my phone. And sure we all see deer pretty often, no big deal, but being in the presence of these beautiful creatures is oh so much more gorgeous and intimate when you’re outside of your car, sensing the same energy as they are, as is all nature or moments of beauty we often speed pass trying to get from one place to the next. Slow down. Life is happening.
The more I ride the more I feel like it’s a part of me. Like a modern day stallion zipping me through the world free and flying. Perhaps that’s a bit romanized, but it’s true. All in all I feel…alive. More so than in a car. What I love most is how it forces me to really feel and be where I am. Even at a stop light or going down the road. I smell the flowers, hear the song birds singing, the buzzing of the summer cicadas, effortless smiles from passing strangers not enclosed in a huge containers of metal, the muggy moist familiar sensation of the Ohio valley humidity dripping down my neck. I love it. I love to feel life to be in life, how seemingly uncomfortable it might appear to be.
I reluctantly totaled my car about two months ago. It was a fender bender but alas it bent my frame and my little Civic wasn’t valued enough to fix it. So Jonathan and I have been sharing his car. We are both capable and enthusiastic cyclists. I absolutely adore my vintage 1970s French Peugeot he so lovingly bestowed onto me. And I’ve certainly been using it much more since the wreck, although I have been hesitant to ride it to work. The only reason simply being that I work at 7am and setting my alarm back an additional twenty minutes seems quite unbearable at times when I’m already waking up at 6:25am, absolutely pathetic I know. I have to admit I did drive to work this morning but brought the car home mid shift and cycled back later in the morning. I’ve so badly desired to see and start capturing the glory of the sunrise in the morning. I feel blessed that the Crescent Hill Reservoir is on my commute to and from work (how perfect is that??) so it’s allowed me to take advantage of and habitually photograph the gorgeous sunsets there, and I’m hoping for equally as stunning sunrises. We will see in the coming weeks what I can capture.
I’m not hating on cars though, I absolutely value the freedom and independence they allow us to have. I’m just happy and thankful I’ve been given the opportunity to not regularly use one for a while 

"We are wildly and dangerously free."

“It is a strange and wonderful fact to be here, walking around in a body, to have a whole world within you and a world at your fingertips outside you. It is an immense privilege, and it is incredible that humans manage to forget the miracle of being here. Rilke said, ‘Being here is so much,’ and it is uncanny how social reality can deaden and numb us so that the mystical wonder of our lives goes totally unnoticed. We are here. We are wildly and dangerously free.” 

― John O'Donohue

Create and create some more.

Surround yourself in beauty 
Escape the worry and doom outside
Create and create some more. 

People will open up to the recognition of light. 
And creations made from light will be perceived as light. 
Create and create some more

Be patient with those you love. 
Allow them to grow at their own pace and with their own brightness.
Love yourself. And be patient with yourself also. 
Continue to write and express who you are in your heart. 
Create and create some more.

It’s amazing how through writing I am communicating with my higher being. My higher consciousness. And having therapy, self-therapy. By working through my issues, emotions, feelings, ideas, etc. through typing I am healing myself. Facing my demons and what it is I am still learning from. 

I’m starting to feel more sensitive to my day-to-day life. Things are unfolding very beautifully lately. And I am finding a certain stillness, perhaps, that I’m not fully used to. 
Continue to thank the present moment. And welcome it more often.

Create something everyday. Whether it is in the form of a poem, a drawing, a painting, a photograph, a song, a birdhouse, etc. Allow for this expression to reveal and renew your soul on the deepest level of your being. When we create we are celebrating life. We are rejoicing in the infinite and connecting with source, The Creator. We are all interconnected with this Creator and we all have the ability to find solace and peace in unifying with Him/Her, our essence. By creating, realize you are entering into the state of Oneness with all. 

We create our lives everyday, everything around you is something you have created and manifested. This is an incredible Truth, for we have the ability to construct whatever dreams and aspirations we can conjure up. So enter into and find solid footing, in the realm of Creation. And remember, YOU are the Creator. 

A Collection of Random Insights

Ah life, you amaze me with your constant ups and downs and paths circling in and out of the darkness of the woods, the shadows then the light, never ceases to be one or the other. A perfected dance of stars clashing on the water below.

As I reflect on my ever searching journey towards happiness and a certain control over my mind, my emotions, my eyes and there reflections upon the situations and the happenings which occur through the day, through my dreams, in the sleeping soundly places of my bed as I lay down.

I realize.

Perhaps, I will never have control, fully over this life. Or any for that matter. And although I’ll continue to gain ever increasing sums of insight and joy and moments of stillness that forces me back in my seat as if melting.

When suddenly all is so calm, I feel as though I’m aware of the very blood running constantly through my veins, it’s wrapping twisting relationship with the oxygen I breath in under this green and brown tree so big, brave and silently behaved. So much more in sync with the universe than I’ll ever dare to say.

I’ll never, nor should I want, to gain control over my life. Yes I am in control. But I am not. Who am I in the first place? Not I, that is certain.




Peace is of the same essence as a flower. Just as a flower is so delicate and soft and fuzzy to the touch. So is this peace we seek, we need, we leak from our mouths as in the same way saliva collects upon viewing an ice cream cone or chocolate cake.

It’s there. Though it’s delicacy is haunting. In a flash, a quick moment, our shadow we often reject puffs a cloud of smoke towards the flower and as beautiful as it is to look upon it is just as stunning to watch as its peddles float away.

Grasping, grasping you try to collect even one peddle though you know the impossibility of reassembling a flower once its escaped is barrage of disappointment you hope not to remake.




I desire so much in this life. Wake up with a sense of burning in my soul, a sense of trapped anticipation. I need to run in 25,000 different directions at once in an attempt to catch, to ride, to experience the billions of ideas, concepts, abstractions which make up this unbelievably complex collective interconnected bleeding singing purposely deceiving even…human consciousness of mind.

It’s all just so perfect. The balance and imbalance of it all. The ugly, the beautiful, the true, the false, the wrong, the right, the love, the hate. This is what it all is. A tight rope walk of dichotomies, a steady evenhanded footing of opposites to choose from.

That’s why the idea that we can understand for one moment or attempt to limit the surmounting collection of interpretations and relations. Why would we want to…?




Ah, thankfulness. This is what it all comes back to. For me at least. The understanding that as long as I keep giving bundles and baskets and truck loads of gratitude and loving roles…I’ll be free.

For freedom is what we truly want. Freedom to feel, to touch, to live, to run, to be. Freedom is what we desire what fuels our fire. The burning sensation you feel when somewhere new.

Not limited by routine or schedule just you and your heart and your pinecone mind fully opened and ripe. Be thankful, that’s it. That is what you must strive towards, what it is to be human. All opens up once you gain a certain steadfastness handling of gratefulness for your tiny place in this universe.




And create. Yes, that’s important too. See you can’t really pinpoint any true understanding, perfecting rounding conceptions of typing descriptions of life, which fully encapsulates it all.

Because nothing is, anything. Bad or good. Just concepts. Floating images in our psyches passed down through the ages printed even on pages called and named archetypes to the layman’s.

Nothing is new. Everything has been done before. Even you. Therefore never hold back or allow a law of contract, copyright, and attacks from big bank brats to stop you from creating and keeping on track.

Because everything is you. All ideas all conceptions just redone with different colored bows and wrapping presentations. We are all one. You hear this most certainly and probably don’t always get it. Neither do I to be honest sure I’ve done the reading and I’ve done the contemplating. But what does it truly mean to be ‘all one?’ hard to describe but I’ll continue to try.

All is real you know. What get’s me going, what sparks me glowing. I’ll tell you once more it’s this peace I feel even attempt to hoard. Hearts glass raining like a cool summer night, as the wet clouds move slowly past, I’ll stay here on the grass and soak it up, soak up this gorgeous interpretation of life I’m trying to grasp.

Flashing Screens

I refuse to be around a constant flashing screen, trying to entertain me, get mixed up in the dream.
Why do people allow a box to live their lives for them. Why? I want to live, go outside and dream and follow my heart, not watch actors on a stage jump around all day telling me how to talk, live, dress, and play.

Why? Why are people so obsessed with these hypnotizing machines?
Go within, reflect on your life, sit under a tree, converse with the sky.
Of course these ideas I propose seem, radical, crazy, extremist and a joke. To some...

It’s a constant distraction, an addiction that masks them.
Without the ability to slow down for just a moment, contemplate the love of life, no wonder there is so much unhappiness in this world we live, people continuously look outside themselves for something to keep them fed.

Perhaps this will change, I question what people would talk about, what ideas would be generated, if for one day or even an hour the flashing screens were turned off without power. What then would occur, what then would they use, to distract themselves from the present moment, their Truth?

Gaia

I love our Universal Mother
She is our coverage, She is our lover
She sustains our lives and churns the elixir of life
She’s the macrocosm of our humanly bodies
She’s the living collective consciousness of the heavens and beyond. In all we do our lives are true and connected just the same

What’s urgent now is the awakening some how
To stop this cancerous and blazing train
We must pull back; stop being so rash in all that we extract
We cannot continue sucking dry her breasts of milk, honey and wine

Let’s set a new path for humanity to track
One that is LOVE, full of Compassion from Above
Not this insanity of divided ego mazes with endless daily races. But vibratory energy awakening the world to see its true self in All of its majesty

See the interconnected universal reality flowing from your eyes. Realize we are one and our purpose is to absorb and envelop this Divine Light. We create it from within our hearts and our heavenly gates of mind. We are the cells of this beautiful Gaian realm of lush and life

The rivers rage towards the ocean with praise just as your blood runs red through your veins with Love.

Namaste.