#mentalhealthmonday#mentalhealthawareness Dreams and cherished memories. We all have them. The little things that we remember that make us smile. It might be a mother's love, a sibling's laugh, a summer memory as a kid. It might be the birth of a child, a lover's smile, or some amazing place you've been. It may be a … Continue reading Mental Health Monday – 04.03.23
What if life is the dream and death is waking, and we just move from dream to dream, life to life, never noticing when we wake up? A person falls asleep on a train. The train keeps moving while they sleep. Eventually, the train reaches its destination, and the person wakes and gets off. … Continue reading Reblog Wednesday – “Asleep on a Train”
#mentalhealthmonday#mentalhealthawareness Short on time today, so I'll just say this; this life is an adventure denied to many. If you're awake, alive, and breathing, then there is still some magic in this world left for you to discover. Life to live, friends to make, and love's great mystery to uncover. Get out there, and join … Continue reading Mental Health Monday – 12.12.22
It's time to call the Magic Man. The leaves are on the ground again. The world bends to his sleight of hand and all the dead come back again. Memory fades, the pain abates, the world becomes brown and grey. Call on the Magic Man to play a trick on you and it can … Continue reading The Magic Man
It's magical, the way the universe draws you closer to me. No distance can succeed to separate us; at least, not for very long. There was a spark, a live connection, that set our entities in tune. A chord that struck a resonation within our consciousness, encompassing all of me, all of you. … Continue reading Magnetic Liquid Metal
Simple as it seems, It is not so easy being bewitched by your eyes, or your smile, or some divine angle of curvature of hips and breasts and neck and … oh my God I’m lost again... … wait, there I am; hopelessly enthralled by dark ringlets that end at your shoulders, but lead me … Continue reading Sorceress
He prays towards Sirius at dusk. Draped in strips of colored cloth, Spartan in fashion, hanging with bright feathers and bones of reptiles. He is calling on the universe, on that which lies above and below. Sometimes long dead elder gods, or ancestral spirits; he coaxes them down from the astral plane. A … Continue reading Time of The Shaman
A picture of Stonehenge adorned the wall in a hallway of my friend's mother's house. It stood out amongst the family portraits, graduation photos and vacation shots along some sunny beach. It just hung there, inexplicable. A monolith, a mystery. She told us she had never been to England, though she was well-travelled, never had … Continue reading The Picture in The Hall
