Monthly Archives: January 2011

It only took one french press of freshly ground organic fair trade Mexican Bird Mountain, Chiappas dark, dark, oily roasted, dark Peace Coffee beans to catapult her into zingy, outerstratosphere, sharp as a tack, no reneging now, get ‘er done, … Continue reading →

Discerning the rigamaroll from what feels right has become so easy because this limousine has a driver and the passenger is peacefully looking out the window. The driver knows exactly where to go and the passenger just calmly breathes and … Continue reading →

For my kids… Three emeralds and one ruby. You enlighten me each day actually more than any book or professor. Funny thing is you found me, Treasure Trove, showering me with blessings and gifts and even challenges but always filling … Continue reading →

Is this a sugar high or is this an ascending shout out that the heart rules, and feels and loves and is the wave of the future in leadership and at home? Crazy big expansive opening oozing hot melty fudge … Continue reading →

Fifty or so sweaty women simultaneously shaking  booties. What a gift, what a gift, what a gift, to unabashedly follow the serene instructor’s busting out moves in a sequential, tornadic frenzy. Latin, African, and Middle Eastern beats toning, toning, toning, … Continue reading →

Those magic crystals on fire in my tummy, gold nuggets of pristine potency, maximun density, boosting imumunity, libido, energy level, hair and nails, weight management. Just one minute particle is produced by the thousand and is the flower equivalent of … Continue reading →

Golden Grandmother white moon at dusk, raw pink and yellow against black velvet, singing praises in an orchestral prelude. I love you, I’m sorry, please forgive me, thank you Just letting it go And staying in the flow. Glistening, gorgeous, … Continue reading →

It isn’t the garlic clove chain around the neck trick anymore to ward off the modern day vampires who tap into the open channels of my heart and leave fang marks. There are emotional vampires that roam the world sapping … Continue reading →

Headed down to Poetsville, driving the bassoon playing music major to Hawkeye City. As soon as we leave the Minnesota nicey in your face border, we get inhaled by the real  nice Iowa folk that are there at every turn, … Continue reading →

The cycle is 29 days and then my guts know what the decision is. The moon leads the way. Dark to light, Wane to Wax, Feel it, share it, dream it, see it, breathe it, believe it, trust it, know … Continue reading →