Glimmers of Possibilities
Glimmer of Possibility – Born on a Thursday #5
Where I was seeing shadows I now see light.
Light, like water, like rain.
Soft release.
Shimmering shadow shift — reflection.
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Glimmer of Possibility – Born on a Thursday #5
Where I was seeing shadows I now see light.
Light, like water, like rain.
Soft release.
Shimmering shadow shift — reflection.
Read MoreDreaming I am driving in the city, a city, the way I dream of New York lately. Houston Street is always a vast 8-lane highway that breaks off in a V, dividing the Lower East Side from the rest of the city. Massive buildings, uneven, bulging, and swaying—thousands and thousands of windows. No room for air. It’s grey, the sky, the city, everything. Even red and yellow have a coat of grey.
Read MoreI imagine the little fish in my soup squirming in my mouth, the crunch of their bones. I run back to the house. I look in my soup. One of the fish is gone. I fish the remaining one out – and drop it in a bowl of water. It’s little mouth is gasping. I saved it! – I think. No, I killed it – I think – it is alive but now partially cooked.
Read MoreA Meeting In Central Park With The Oldest Living Yoga Teacher In The World. ~ Photographed by Robert Sturman | elephant journal.
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Read MoreThere are times when, to be more fully Prosperous (especially so that you can receive Peace, Health and Plenty), you need to use the word “no.” For example, to what or to whom did you say “yes,” when you are now long overdue to say “no?” What or who have you been accepting and tolerating in virtually every way when you simply need to surrender and release it, him or her? And what burden have you been carrying around as your “lot in life,” when you can simply create Heaven on Earth by no longer accepting it, tolerating it, having it? ~Robert Alvarez, Psychic Witch
Read MoreSo here are the first few paragraphs of my dream: I walked toward the fields. Behind every haystack couples were making love. Even the smallest clumps of grass were occupied. It didn’t seem possible that people could be so horizontal, almost flat. From certain angles, the fields appeared empty and still. Serene. Serene and inviting.
There was a row of trees I was interested in reaching. The trees were deep within the field. I knew if I could get to the trees, I would find my lover.
Walking was like floating. Floating above bodies writhing in the grass. I walked through the orgy toward the trees. Limbs, breasts, buttocks, torsos sprawled like land mines.
Read MoreYou have to trust in something—your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever—because believing that the dots will connect down the road will give you the confidence to follow your heart, even when it leads you off the well-worn path, and that will make all the difference. – Steve Jobs
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