What draws the line between pretend and what is? What is fact or fiction? I think fact and fiction are subjective and based upon one's chosen point of view.
In that light, what I elect to elucidate may be a compilation of such sharings, so I apologize in advance if things get confusing ... ;)
This month has been about inviting oooo and ahhhhs. In doing so, I've learned along the way: Whatever you seek shall come to you provided you have faith and get out of your own way. It's been fun and precarious.
On All Hallows' Eve, when the veil between the worlds was at it's thinnest, I broke my own rule and kissed what I deemed forbidden ... Though the intellect inspired much trepidation, I decided to make an exception to the rule after sifting through what I felt ... The day following, I was gifted with a wondrous bouquet of flowers, radiating colors of pinks, purples and lots of pretty!
Trying to find a place to re-nest, I've relocated my blog, choosing to currently replace the one with the below icon with this "Wonderfully at Large" blog.
I'm going through one of my newest book purchases called "Inner Excavation." It doesn't have new concepts, it just has an inviting quality that inspires me to want to be more diligent with exploring myself through photography, poetry and mixed media.
Who are you? I'm someone attached to my Pollyanna glasses ;P
How do I nurture myself? With chocolate, music and dance.
Who or what inspires you? Love; friends; sunny and soft breezy days; books and movies
How did you find your creative voice? Journaling and being pleasantly surprised by some of what surfaces.
So happy you are back to blogging. I love your writing and I missed the inspiration your words provide. I'm interested also to see where your feet lead you! Welcome back my creative soul mate!
ReplyDeleteOoh that fateful All Hallows' Eve, spirits abound, swirling upon two soul mates like snowflakes in a gust, a mystical flurry, giggling and amused at what unfolded before them. They hardly had to work as what more could they hope for, the perfect row of books staring opened eyed, a dap of fear, the cloak of thought, a broken rule, unadulterated feelings, a forbidden one, unblemished love, an exception and, and, and a kiss….the perfect ingredient for their witches brew, a spell casted, and when you blinked a sign fluttered by your eye lashes. Flowers catch a glance from a soul’s love, if even just for a moment, the soul feels again what it is like to dream.
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