Semi-Daily Scribbles

Blessings

jennie wrenn, my very best friend, and a profligate's definition of an angelic vision, is the girl i love the most. blessings pour from her lips like incautious kismet as my feather queen is perched upon her bed of sleights.

Don't listen to anyone right now. Your senses are heightened and intuition has elbowed you in the ribs for the past two years (...don't get comfortable, this is only a well-manicured dead end...) You were hired as the janitor, not Janus. An influencer all the same. Spin that shit until it is silk against your skin. You needn't tell me to fill my days with as much beauty as I can pocket (it's sewn shut anyway.) If you have to peer that deeply into the bowl, dump the water. All the good bits of wisdom ought to have already risen within view.

The Golden Code

The Universe is jabbing at you with a golden spork. It is basically saying stop listening to advice from the sidewalk crawlers and witless brawlers. The spork's staccato poke and prick is Morse for "you called this bitch correctly and still said yes." Knocked backwards a couple years you were, but now your feet meet the threshold which your head refused to cross. A destiny you discredited for being too gooey. You lost the thread when you gave up on your heart of garbage. Buck up, beauty. It's never too late to be defensive about one's failures.

The State of Becoming

O.k., Masters-in-Training: If the last 10 years have been easy for you, you must have done The Work over prior lifetimes. If yes/no: Has something happened to you in the past 30 to 45 days that slapped ya upside the head (didn't see it comin', didn't see it comin') and left ya lying in a goo pit of conflicting emotions? We are all presently tasked with looking at ourselves through the eyes of others. How well do those narratives criss and cross? Are you ready for a different version of your life to be projected against that big, blank canvass you are staring at? Make sure you've got a red pen handy.

a lesson earned

and for anyone who peeks at this screen, i got a little nugget o' to pass along ... just keep showing up. sounds simple but it's one of the hardest things to do consistently throughout one's lifetime(s). good things are coming my way, though, thanks to the routine to which i tenaciously cling; being in a place at specific times and dates and performing tasks that outside a particular four-walled structure MAKE NO SENSE AT ALL. i'm sure you participate in a similar activity wherever you reside in the multiverse. it is easy to get tripped up when one dances to the rhythm of the day-to-day. sometimes there's no end in sight and progression feels like an automobile stuck in reverse (even under the best of circumstances it's not easy to power through life's obstacle course.) but hey, did you make someone's day today? that's about the only way to gauge if you've done anything worth a damn. create something right now that didn't exist yesterday, and say Hello to the next person that enters your periphery. keep raisin' the vibration y'all, and then tell me you don't see a little light slipping through the cracks.

Achievements and Mistakes

The world was carved by the right hand of the pagliacci. Reality is as entertaining as one's daydreams, and as tangible as the gash you stanch with little chance of it becoming a scar. We all weep at the sight of a well-rehearsed faux pas. Perseverance is the best way to force an outcome, and no one can annihilate an expectation better than Buddie Lewis. How sharp she keeps her charms; silver burnished to draw down the moon.

Sound the Warning

What should Alejandra's reaction be when she is told by a sleepy colleague to "chill and just roll with it?" Smile and say: "Yeah, you're right." Know that Sonny means well as he munches those pretty flowers.

psssst ... The Universe wants you to know the spell you've been under is about to lift. Oh happy day! Just be mindful from here on out of what plants you find in your Redi-Mix bag of salad greens.

july bubbles over

we've been summering
bubbles & sun
family & fun
cares have been left behind
at least for a little while

hope you've been soaking up
happy hot weather memories too

we'll catch up when it's cooler.

The Long Haul

We never truly grow the way we need to when rooted in one place, and comfort can be an obstacle when a task demands attention. Beginnings are always more rosy than saying you're done. What was learned along the way? Stumble. Repeat. The plan behind the madness may not be revealed until the next stop along this eternal blacktop. The journey stretches on into vaguely familiar territory as Karma keeps our souls in play.

fill 'er up

Safe Word - "Pomegranate."

I'm willing to entertain most anything, so the concept of Twin Flames has a lot of material with which to play. Therefore, my take on the whole Cosmic Twin Industry is that if one meets her/his missing portion of soul, spend wisely whatever time is allotted to you for this Divine Hook-Up, but do not pretend what you've walked into is any kind of Love Connection. In truth, running into your twin is somewhat yucky. All your bad bits reflected back atchya! The meaning behind the encounter? One of you, and hopefully both, will do something that'll help guide each other on the way to the next rest stop of this magical mystery ride. Isn't that more useful and beautiful than a hackneyed Hallmark Channel moment? Love is propulsion; it's the energy that fuels our journey.

Just remember: You are not the cup. You are its contents. Drink up!

Star Lite

Upside down cups, a potted plant and coins rattle-rub against a paperback at the bottom of my gunny sack. How's a girl supposed to ignore omens like that? -- The Poet S.

Three Weisenheimers got a message for us:
Something can never come from nothing.
I looked for the entrance. Paths would have been left to weed and ruin had I not learned to cut things out. One step led to plans trampled. Underfoot was found the lock with no key. I had no clue that I knew this detour would lead you to me.

Contentment comes to call when the forecast promises lead in the sky and teardrop-shaped puddles. The air is heavy with excitement and a return to a true idea is expected. Greys and Greens equate calm and peace of mind. Wetness is a reminder of where creativity is hidden (ties in with that "lock with no key" concept.)

Please don't turn into the furniture and become lost to the world
8 is my favorite number and you've been sitting too long
I must believe what you believe will not destroy you, because where you're headed ...
We return to Stardust whether this gig works out or not.