((2015 onward)) .all words and images on this site are by me.
Maybe it is love But we don't fall into it. Maybe we rise up to it. Through the levels of fear And hurt and not knowing Not up to something new But back to a connection A vibe A love That was always there From which we had fallen From which we had turned Until we remembered. And tuned in And aligned And loved.
The rings on the tree Like lines on my palm Tell storylines forgotten, Plots unexpected, Grooves that become familiar, Wounds and scars That merge and seep From one year into the next. Still, we EXPAND, And GROW, And RISE, Through each season Again and again and again—
Climb the ladder, Reach new heights; Back step— 1 •2 •3• And up we go, it’s ALL fair game; We learn •we know •we grow. Hold the vibration, Reach so high! And stand so proud and true; It’s ascension friends, I’ll meet you there, Where we leave the old for new.