The White Rabbit

We all love sharing our thoughts and feelings, even if the intended parties do not hear them. Comparison may be the thief of joy, but for many of us, it’s also a default setting; some people only know how to mark their progress by that of others. I think sharing our stories can be very helpful, when we are trying to lift each other up. 

Threads of Fate

I love to love, but I am also a warrior. In battle, the shogun must be ready to cleave a foe with a wicked blow at a moment’s notice. As living Source incarnate, we are called to compassion for each other and ourselves. I am living compassion, but I am also Mercy. Mercy is not always kind. It rarely ever is, as the subtle blade of righteous death when called upon gilded wings. 

The Thief within the Heart

One of our greatest gifts as people is our ability to uniquely journey into the collective unconscious, should we choose to, and understand that the only authority on this planet we succumb to is our own. You are the center of your universe, just as each and every celestial body in space is the center, as that is their perspective. 

Lovers in the New Dawn

There are no alarms sounding off courtesy of far-too-expensive iPhones. No official obligations until maybe 11 this morning at the earliest. I smile tiredly in my sleep, tucked deep into an old afghan that smells like memories that have yet to be formed. I can feel the cat purring and breathing warmth onto my hip; his favorite spot to snuggle up when I sleep on my side. An arm that feels like stone wrapped in smooth velvet grips gently around my waist from behind, keeping me from leaving my spot in bed too quickly. I hadn’t even realized I was starting to sit up. My smile widens.