We are creative beyond measure. We are stronger than we feel. And no one can put the human spirit in a box or a cage or in shackles. We need to dream this world awake. There is a new world rising, and it is here…
There she is whispering to me, passed steel structures into my heart. Like all the gods and goddesses whose name I chant from my yoga mat, La Luna, fills me with exactly what I need at each present moment.
I may look a little tired from time to time. My patience may seem fragile in moments I may no longer be the life of the party.
Fuck, at times I cannot even make it to the party. I may have lost my once bone-thin body to these womanly curves.
Still others refuse to watch the storm or entertain the idea that life holds complications, but love to plop down with you and chatter of past storms. While pretending there’s nothing building on the horizon.