Do you love yourself? Honestly...do you really love yourself? Do you look in the mirror and smile at yourself? Do you cheer yourself on? Take care of yourself? Your body? Your mind? Your joy? Or... Do you berate yourself? Put yourself down? Do too many things that you know aren't good for you? Feel less than  compared to others? Maybe less successful, less attractive, less whatever? If you feel inadequate, scared, like a failure, or even out of control What do you do? My expe

Take back your power Be who you came here to be Love yourself with your whole heart And you, dear one, are free Free to write your story Free to change your mind Free to live your life Free to be loving and kind Free to express your emotions Free to dance and sing Free to spend your money Free to appreciate every thing Free to make new friends Free to watch changing leaves Free to smell a flower Free to hug more trees Take back your power The power that is Divinely you Liven

People do what people do Cut down trees because there’s too much debris Hang plants in plastic pots on black metal hooks Get dressed for work, or school, or bed Walk their dogs around the block or leash their cat   People also Grow gardens, eat food, bathe Hoard toilet paper, goods, and boxes Go to church, synagogue, a mosque, or the woods Drive cars that get them to places—or ride bikes   And they Share stories of their grandmother’s recipes Blow out birthday candles Smile w

Life is a story Made of moments, feelings, thoughts, days, and so much more Tell me…what is your story? Are you in a peak, a valley? Or are you standing still? What have you learned? What are you learning?   Are there chapters you’re willing to create? Pages that are ready to come alive? Do those pages feel like a YESSSSS? It’s okay if you’re scared Are these new passages for your greater good? Will you help others, and the earth too? You can be gentle or fierce I mean, the w

Sometimes there are tornadoes The world spinning round and round on the outside As I stand observing from the inside In the eye of it all In my own hell, or well, of emotions Noticing the chaos Barbie and Ken dolls running amuck Safety nets ripped to shreds People hating and killing others Thugs being bullies to innocent, scared children And Noticing the beauty A precious, brand new little one Tail-wagging puppies and kittens tickling children A breathtaking oil painting sky