I’m captivated by the array of mystery that is portrayed before me. Spirit so bold in the pursuits of what it means to trust and respect.

I’m shedding the layers of everything i thought i knew and wanted to attain to structure a new foundation. Within a prarie of sweetgrass, flowers and creatures of the unseen I find this space of internal wisdom. My being knows the continuous patterns and shifts of mother earth. Living in harmony with her cycles I breathe life into the cells of my physical being. Flowing, flooding, rushing, waving, shifting with the tides. My spirit is humbled nestled among the Earthen plain.

How do we as humans forget where we have come from when her visible vastness of creation is right before us. Pulsating life into our cellular molecules, so we too may feel the infatuation of how wonderful things are to be from the birds eye view. I pay my respects with the moments of gratitude and awareness of her simplistic nature to give. Sending vibrations of compassion for the grace that flows before me. One with her patience and strength. One with her plant and animal kingdoms. One with the directions of the winds and how we are all one. Thank you spirit. The honesty, the real raw honesty of how we are alive brings me passion. Let us marvel in the beauty of our own creation. So we may remember who we are and what we have come here to do in the service of spirit.

I’ve lost parts of myself, only to realize it wasn’t the taste of security I was letting go of but the taste of insecurity. The foul smells and coloring of detrimental choices that stained the fabrics of my linens began to wash away in the release of a few strings. I began to sew in New etchings and borders that fit the life I wanted to see on the quilt of my journey. Some spots were stained so deeply it took the help of others to release the color. Now I stand boldly in my colorful linens having saved the remnants of myself that I love dearly and showcasing all that I have learned along the way.