Streams of fish trickle over toes
eyes raise sun-ward and sounds of quiet fill my heart.
red rock towers humbly complimenting the blue sky.
Air and water unite as i stretch to embrace,
saying yes to life
fluid hearts stacked in unison holding the energy.
kinetic, yet powerful
ending with an impromptu urge to leap
the cold water applauding a visiting light
Holding, believing and sending rushes
there to hold a moment.
dedicated to my scarf sister and "kick-ass" friend, Serena, and all my other lovelies from SPACE who knows a little more to this story of jumping. i love you all so much. you inspire me to the ends of the earth.
In 2009, i found my tribe. the people who i connect with. the folks that i've felt i've known forever even after just meeting them. from that point forward i started to know and feel what a real friendship is even though we live hundreds or even thousands of miles apart. you know who you are. what a remarkable transition in my life. these women. they are there for me.
funny thing, since that fall and the couple years since.... the meaning of true friendship as really put in perspective those relationships that i've held onto and who i thought were friends. i believe we go through transitions and people move in and out of your life. but i've got to say i know exactly who is in my corner now. and i'm blessed to know you!
(my girl Kolleen told me her fav ryan bingham song is bluebird and if you listen to the lyrics what a beautiful message it holds) my blue bird can fly as far as I can seeMy bluebird has everything I need
my bluebird knows my deepest desires,my bluebird will catch me just before the fire.
my bluebird wing can fly above it all,
My bluebird will help me stand and be strong,
my bluebird will never beg upon a knee,
my bluebird knows I need to believeYou are all my bluebirds, my sweet friends. and i hold you so close to my heart!
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My most creative days when I was a kid were those days that it rained. Forts were built, games were made up from scratch and books got filled with color and drawings. Those days allowed me to be creative in whole new realms. We will touch on that nostalgia of creating by working with collage, paint, and words in our journal. It is here that you are free to create without limits....to expose what inspires us most. Are you inspired by poems?......by the full moon?......words from a book.....or certain feelings toward a friend? We will lay it all out while working quickly and without stress. To simply do, rather than think too much. Throw away the plans and paint from the heart!