I'm your cheerleader. . . Want to fly, I'm here to inspire, cooks, crafters, writers, dancers, etc. For when artists soar inactivity expires.
“How long, O Jehovah, must I cry for help, but you do not hear? How long must I ask for help from violence, but you do not intervene? Why do you make me witness wrongdoing? And why do you tolerate oppression? Why are destruction and violence before me? And why do quarreling and conflict abound?} … More “WILL NOT TOIL FOR NOTHING”
Hearing people’s life stories is enlightening, to say the least. But sometimes if a person doesn’t have the kind of story that make mouths drop and eyes buck, they embellish. We seem to live in ’embellishments’ that people feel don’t hurt anyone. But is that true? I hear what Lisa Katayama says: “Stories help us … More Real Stories…I love them
From Beijing to Helsinki, quirkiness never looked more identical. via How ‘International Airbnb Style’ Became the Dominant Aesthetic of Our Time — Longreads
“ “Such fun ancient lust and practiced sin! Who cares in dirt finale’s end?” Grave words of naïve ignorance, of narcissistic or hopeless bend slapping the face of benevolence; shooting in hatred recompense. “Why search for hidden gold when my soul thirsts for flowing rancid, hungers after accessible bold?” Is not tunnel this selfish vision? … More WISDOM SPEAKS
Source: Let’s Talk: Grit as a Writer
UNIVERSAL PEACE! Under a perfect administration governed by Christ with the “new creation.” One “the God of peace” Jehovah gloriously purposed never to cease: “to gather all things together in the Christ, the things in the heavens and the things on the earth.” Pentecost. When it began. His appointed time when the Creator of the … More UNIVERSAL PEACE!
With a body beautiful as it naturally can be free to bend my mind to internal qualities peaceful as I dance ballet a swan graceful as days do spin into golden years, yet limber limbs that mothered many still sing lullabies to great grands playing among lions, bears without a scare and thoughtful parents not … More Eternity
i. believed I once swaddled in silken comfort cotton gauze cleansed/rinsed by paternal tears feared no longer my promised daggle in smoky spheres beyond grief stricken gazes hazy, albeit heavily paid for future flights glorious ii. horrendous the gore I implored to see no more insides oozed out. They cried out in vain till no … More Believed
Coyote songs circle and connect, stitching together the night’s raw edges. via Coyote Voices — Laura Grace Weldon Here’s a brevity written by Laura Grace Weldon….so lovely!!!
ITH & SB 