Origin of love
Lost
Little girl lost.
Hands all grabbing,
Taking more than ever was.
Bent, hiding.
Small fingers clasping.
Holding as an infant does.
Softly glowing, a light keeps waiting.
The passing wind of one last swipe.
A spark.
A flicker.
A flame ignites.
Fingers open to exploding light.
The burn cool to the touch,
Unknown unless held in the flame,
Warning those that would take.
Little girl lost never the same.
Target Practice
Checkboxes & Check-Ins
Tribettes
Tigre
You’re so vain
There are enough haters that we can spare our own judgement.
To 2015. A year for falling in love with ourselves.
xo
Caught.
The thing about self improvement is that it’s a never ending journey. Sometimes we get caught up in defining the end goal. The “and then I’ll be happy” moment. But the reality is that our nature craves newness. Rebirth. Springtime for the soul.
Knowing this I shouldn’t be surprised to find that just as I’m giving myself a mental high five…I miss and slap myself flat on the face.
Up comes something I hadn’t prepared for. A new pondering that catches me off guard.
Luckily I have a sense of humor. So get comfy in discomfort Self. Because this year we’re taking that leap.
For anyone joining the jump Nisha Moodley is packing parachutes. Join the party for F-R-E-E! See you January 12th bright, beautiful souls…
Be this way…
Today I am Inspired by Tyler Knotty Gregson’s interview with Molly of Stratejoy’s Holiday Council.
Inspired to just create one thing every day. To chase my joy for just a bit. To cuddle up in a life I love.
So today, being that first grand day of a big-bright-new year, I did just that.
I played with a monologue.
Gigglefested with Zee Shrimpress.
Brunched with my babes (Zee Hubby, Zee Shrimperor and Zee Shrimpress).
Read the trades.
Got physical with Zee Hubs…with squats for leg day. (You dirty birds)
Manifested a career connected to my joy.
Wrote.
Dreamed.
Created.
Loved.
So to tomorrow you dreamers and doers. How will you live in love?
xoxo
M
A Circular Life 