Shattered Into Fireworks

She pokes her nose through the flames, her eye gleams. The fire flickers around her, feeding something deep within her. She basks in the heat mesmerized by the light of the blue moon and remembers what she longs to neatly pack away into a suitcase to lock tightly and store in the dusty attic. Another log is added to the fire, and she sighs, slipping into the flames reduced to embers. The fire burns hotter; the moon rises higher in the sky. The wood pops like fireworks and her memories explode, shattering the illusion.

Namaste,
L and Muse

Candle Wishing

She lights the candle
Closes her eyes, and wishes
Her desire heard.

Namaste,
L and Muse

Why?

The lack of water and drought conditions caused stress for many trees. So what allows one tree to completely lose its brown leaves while another close by blossoms out of season? Their roots reached down into neighboring plots of earth. The warm summer rains and dew kissed their leaves and nourished their roots. The sun’s rays embraced them for the same ticks on a clock. Yet one clearly stands as if its the deep cold of winter. The other creates blossoms amongst the green leaves. Why?

Friendship’s Gift

The sun, rain, earth, wind
in friendship
created a sacred contract
to nourish the seeds
planted by the farmer
who requested a hearty crop.
In gratitude
he harvested the abundant hay
and lined the country road
as if the round bales were a garland
of seashells adorning the mermaids of Poseidon.
Together the friends created
something far more beautiful than
any of them could have imagined on their own.

Namaste,
L and Muse

Liquid Sky

The foreground anchors
fluid skies beyond moment
time travels, then, now.

Namaste,
L and Muse

In the Now

Here in this moment
There is no beginning, no
End, simply here, now.

Namaste,
L and Muse

Keeper of the Fire

She sits, Guardian of the Fire, amongst the embers collecting flames. Smoke billowing toward the heavens. She breathes deeply, grateful for the invitation to honor her life’s purpose.

Ferris Wheel

A gentle rocking
The wheel carries me higher
I’m almost flying…

Namaste,
L and Muse

Little Traveled Path

A fountain of peace
greets those who meander up
the little traveled road
in search of some healing
in mind, body, and spirit.

Namaste,
L and Muse

Hang On

These words swirled off of the jeep and flirted with my inner self. My heart leapt; my nearly forgotten adventurer sprang forth as if it was suddenly awakened from a winter hibernation. My blood pumped, exhilarated. An invitation for me to try something new… ahhh… the possibilities abound aplenty. And it begins with the disclaimer that I’m going off the beaten path so hold on! Where will my journey take me? On a magic carpet ride filled with magic? Into a circle of friends who share deep connections and laughter? Beneath the warm waters like dolphins frolicking with each other embracing the human as one of their own? Or rock climbing? Or free falling from a plane without a parachute? The desire to try something new seeped into my very essence as if I were six again and invincible… ahhh, perhaps I’ll grow wings and soar above the clouds and slide down rainbows…

Namaste,
L and Muse