Lavender skies I open my eyes to the Divinity that resides inside of the constructs of my mind and may each day we intertwine the Beauty and the balance that is mine you see I’ve come here for a purpose I have come here to be seen but getting masked in my presence of nobleness do this deed overcoming obstacles charting through territory the lavender Skies guide me this is my purgatory

Living up to the name of an anjel, only to realize that the dance with my own devils made me a force to wreckon with on the dance floor of struggle. I shake and I shimmy pushing away what no longer serves me, I sit against the Earth with my wings spread over the rocks. Somedays both sides get to come out and play, a reckless siren and a damsel with the light if a new day. I am whole when I acknowledge both sides of my personality, always relating to that Gemini mood of duality. I embody a being who has found light amidst her dark. I play with my shadows so strength and fear play their parts.

Thank you for being the person I needed to show up to cheer me on, when I looked for an unfamiliar face on the bleachers you were there to support me. I give thanks for the masculine energy you brought into our lives. Balancing out the spaces where structure and security would give us hope to a new frame of independence. Welcomed with open arms, and through closed off hearts you stayed apart of the cycle of our growth. Always ensuring you would love us no matter what we put you through. I spit angry words, volatile with the smell of agony and distress. Aiming my arrows at you trying to penetrate the forcefield of protection you barricaded around our home. Now as a human being standing in front of you I respect you. For being so strong through moments of deception, keeping your space and trusting that this was the direction. That would enhance your growth as an anchor of divine protection. Thank you dad, I honor you and your essence.

Welcome to the concrete jungle

Where they crush your hopes and dreams

What happens when the foundation of lies begins to leak

Mud comes pouring faster than mans mind can think

Sand sinking into the structure they thought they could keep built over our natural way of life

What happens when your materials can no longer survive a tumultuous storm

Thunder beings are present in these June winds

Let the colony rebuild what’s held within

When you bloom, we all gather the strength to push our roots and grow toward the light. We watch as the waxing and waning of a midnight moon sends waves of delight, plants reaching to the sky for the inner teaching of what it means to be Expressed by just being. Individual stamens and petioles giving their life to the creatures of the land. Pollen blowing in the wind, this feeling spreading as we grow petal by petal hand in hand. The winds of change are shifting can you hear it in the coyotes ample cackle. Can you hear the wind blow through steam pipes, lands of cattle, your neighborhood and through your window. We cannot control the natural ways of life. We were never meant to. So live in the honor of being a growing individual. Listen to the guides that are there at your residual, find recognition in gratitude to the ancestral petals. We grow in root wide so we can grow in vigor tall, vibrant steady and long to stand in honor for all. Remember who you are and root down to the truth. Bloom baby bloom do not be held back by your youth. We can send prayer and love. We can encourage one another. But everyone must choose will they awake with the rest or be fertilizer for our growth. We will never forget to bloom for our beauty is reveled in the grace that comes soon.

Noah did not build the ark alone he found his connection to spirit. He found power in listening. Will we listen or we will get lost in our God damn mind when it comes time to survive

Sometimes our will to live is placed on the shelves in which we were told to not be free

When we step into the room of all the things that once made you feel weak we begin to see the spaces where we had a choice, or we were condemned to the choice of another’s life. Let us know that we are held sacred in the open heart of creator for the truth in our innocence will survive beyond the parallels of destruction society has laid upon our youth. We are warriors to come so they want to weaken the ones who have come to save us. We are more than what they can make us. No amount of fame or fortune can take heed on our in differences. We must release the group of greed in our lattices. Structure cannot be built on lies and deciept. The structure of illusion is far from concrete. We picture ourselves in these confined boxes yet outside is so much brighter than the fear your house was bought with. Connection to the earth is the only way we will listen. True rooting to the ground remains our form of resistance. Rise baby rise there’s no need to feel afraid of the stories they tried to break you down with to make your purpose stay unnamed. You are more than words or fables or tales you are more than your story and you will right your compass in a way that directs the conclusion in a swell. We will crash down upon the paradigm we will go down laughing and screaming not afraid to stand for truth because were sick of the decieving

Winds blowing against my warm skin

The sound of seagulls in the distance grazing over ocean mists

Nearby a cherry tree finds just enough light to ripen its few fruits

Newly hatched robins chirp with joy as their mother returns to the nest to nourish their young bellies

I notice that the weight of the world seems a bit lighter in this moment, as if everything is freely going about their day. Freely to be, freely to enjoy the present moment without worry.

Cars race in the muddled noise of the mundane world, airplanes drifting over head, boats and trains making their way in every direction.

How joyful is it to experience the Earth and its creatures from such a perspective as resting in a rocking chair on a porch under the cool breeze of a neighboring rhodedendran tree.

Releasing fragments, shifting once again.

By now you’d think I realize my form will continuously shift shapes through this life. Working with the energy of animals that give me purpose, strength, tactile skills. I remember to give thanks for the animals that present themselves to me in the physical realm.

Hawk, crow, eagle, blue Jay, Robin, blue heron, owl.

Frog, bee, ladybug, dragonfly, butterfly.

Bear, salmon, whale, shark.

Coyote, wolf, panther, cougar, lynx, moose, elk, buffalo, deer.

All teachers whom guide me to the inner realms of earth and show me to live in harmony with her planes.

I am rooted into the earth like my spirit knows to do naturally. Entangling my vertebraes against the splendor of flat split granite next to a rivers edge.

I am home among her, she reminds me of this everytime I breathe. Oxygen uplifting my cells into states of bliss and stillness. Every inhale opens my body to a new found awareness of communication. Allowing the rich oxygen to entrance me into the flow of the wind.

I ride the winds of change into a new place, a space of gracious attempts to transmute the pain. Honor the process and stand up once more for the things that left you with unspeakable words.

I remain open among the mother, for she reminds me why I have a womb. To cradle the remembrance of history, vision and purpose. To fulfill destinies that were lost in translation and burned at the stake. This womb opens me to the possibility of existence. Creation just a mere blip into the vision of what it is to be alive. So now we live in presence, honoring the mother and the self. Honoring how these changes place us in a new chapter for reasons that only our soul may know. For reasons only spirit may know.

But we trust anyway.

We trust despite everything they told us, lied about and infringed upon our beings. We trust in the faith of Great Spirit and how we have come to rise once more. In alignment with christ consciousness. In alignment with truth.

Working through details with myself. One cannot rush the process of becoming or unbecoming. Interpreting the emotions, feelings, patterns and integrating tools to surrender, accept and forgive. The fragments of self come together in the perfect moments. I call upon the divine aspects to guide me through this purification. I know on the other side is the unknown. This is the moment I have waited for. To jump into the abyss of mystery and allow spirit to take the reigns. I work out the details only to throw away the page I’ve written all the plans on. No more planning. Living in the moment. Accepting that there is a divine plan in store for me and spirit applauds for me listening to the truth within my spirit.

No one can walk this path for me. So I will walk it as honest with myself as I can. Knowing that there is a purpose for all things and that there is a divine support system guiding my every choice and step.

Our shoots strengthening pushing resilient leaves, initiating the growth made for the indescribable heat of high noon. Each rising dawn brings the natural precipitation that nourishes our roots from leaf to soil. A system at play under the Earths protective layer. Millions of microbials, insects, root hairs, mycelium; all working simultaneously to compost the materials within the dirt.

Taking my shovel out of the shed, to find cobwebs and dust filled shelves. Realizing that this winter left it’s mark, forcing everyone to retreat inward. The fresh spring air invigorates my senses, a deep inhale motivates me to return to the garden.

Fingers interlacing with the roots within the soil. Feet grounded into the presence of Earth. My skin warmed by the rays of a powerful sun. The spring equinox is returning. Illuminating the space between death and rebirth. Grounding into this physical plane and flying into the interstellar realms of creation. This moment has been preparing it’s arrival. Through sudden warm days that infringe a sweat upon the lip as you make your way across town. Through the birds feasting atop the snow, delightfully filling their bellies with worms. Spring has been slowly entangling us in her presence through the warmth of the wind and the dew of a crisp morning. The angle of the sun and moon sweep across the landscapes. Fresh life begins to emerge through the branches.