Posted in Awakening to Inner Wisdom, tagged 9-11, Band-Aid, blisters, Conversations with God, courage, Dream of Peace, energy, experience, god, God's love, heart, Matrix, miss an elevator, Overwhelmed, Partner, shoe, Spirit, spirituality, stuck in traffic, taxi, Universe, woman, women, World through Writing on October 2, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
The one that struck me was the man
Who put on a new pair of shoes that morning,
Took the various means to get to work
But before he got there, he developed
A blister on his foot.
He stopped at a drugstore to buy a Band-Aid.
That is why he is alive today..
Posted in Awakening to Inner Wisdom, tagged breathing, Conversations with God, courage, emotions, energy, evolution, experience, Happiness, heart, Life is a dream, Love, Overwhelmed, peace, soul, Spirit, spirituality, World through Writing on July 20, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
Finding happiness is always an inside Job, personally asking God never occured to me. Later in life when I had the opportunity to do something different, I asked him for help.
Posted in Codependent Relationships, tagged AJ, Apache Junction, Bear, Conversations with God, courage, Deb, emotions, enemy, evolution, Fear, Freedom, lesbians, Mesa, Mesa Arizona, Neale Donald Walsch, Partner, Poet, quiet voice, Relationships, Renae, rescuer, Rochelle Foulk, The Stone People, triangle, truck, Truth Stated in Love, Universe, victim, woman on May 17, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
the other M.O., drink into oblivion or the next “one.” Not today. While learning how to grow up in public I met my first Angel of God, her name is Deb, better known as Bear. She had a room for rent in downtown Mesa, closer to the bus route and I can bring my dog, Poet home with me
Posted in Fun Stuff On the Internet, tagged black mustache, cabin boy, courage, dragon, Dream of Peace, English 101, evolution, experience, Fear, Freedom, god, heart, Life is a dream, Liza Sejkora, manicured hand, Mesa Arizona, pirates, Rochelle Foulk, Sarah Stepenflug, Seek to share, Spirit, Spiritual Revolution, Steve Klaus, Universe, upon the deck, women, World through Writing, Zach Pinegar on May 5, 2010 | 1 Comment »
sun cast golden rays from behind her shadow. Some held their breath as her beauty captured their very spirit. Upon the deck she stood, her flowing coat shimmered with ribbons and medals. A finely manicured hand twisted the black mustache as the cabin boy, Steve, held the mirror.
