Word Chemistry – Redemption to Love.

Unfettered faith is paramount in manifesting future redemption through the kaleidoscope looking glass, with intuition at the helm and the pirates in its wake. Become the master of your own story with eyes peeled in vigilance and satisfaction upon your self-vindication and exoneration from tragedy thrown in your flames by those shaken solid in the…

Notes to Self in this Collective Dream.

Sit up straight so I can talk to you crooked. You cannot forget where you come from. You are not going anywhere without knowing who you are. They tried to take you down. But the others. The others tried to warn you. Including me. They tried to warn us about talking to you. They tried…

Vikings in Her Bones.

One by one, each one taking more pieces of her each time she fell. Bones cracked, faces slapped, heads slammed, hearts exploding, emotions torn, egos inflated, wits wounded, promises broken, innocence stolen, laughter broken, bubbles burst,  habit forming, throats closing, minds numbing, veins pumping. Death at their doorstep, life had ceased. Dreams ripped out from under…

Destiny vs. Diagnosis.

I will never forget those days … July 2010 and counting. Man, what a trip. I was just reminded of the very abbreviated version of the day I was diagnosed, or days leading up to it. Not the night, week, month or year … the day. #1. Quit corporate job, mid-day, sarcastically to go camping….

Honey.

I couldn’t comprehend how Spring would bring new life when my heart was still buried in last September, decaying under the memories of you. But, Spring has come and gone and Autumn reigns again, bursting forth colorful displays that remind us all that there is beauty in the breakdown and life in letting go. Like…

Feel Thine Own Self Be True.

This above all: feel thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man, self, sentient being, guide, god, ancestor, alien or multi-dimensional. Numb thine own self be false, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then…

Intrepid Intruders.

For all that you’ve been through and for all that you’ve seen, for all your realities turned over, sheered and ripped at the seams. For all the shallow-end seekers and for all the tight-lipped preachers, for all the wanders that are stuck in the muck and for all the esteamed split-end teachers, tossed about and…

Hello, Old Heart.

A lot of personal ephinanies lately and I’m really grateful for them even if they’re hard to hear or seem like “duh” moments. Not only am I realizing, but I am also internalizing the truth that my old bad-ass, fearful, hard, angry and reactive (even cynical) exterior, that believed fierce independence was strength, was simply…

Mikey.

(Grizzly’s name for you was Mike-eses, so it’s hard to call you Mikey). Before you venture off into your next adventure (beyond excited for you on this one), I ask that you hear us all out one last time. I can pretty much speak for all of us when I say that you were and…