5 things Gratitude


  1. Water. How it nourishes and cleanses my system. How it tastes. How it’s the constant within change, proving paradoxes can be whole, full and complete.
    Water reminds me of who I actually am… A messenger of love. Water is life.
  2. Earth, the woods and soil. Standing on the ground, preferably barefoot… But these days, with shoes on, returning home. Or being supported by it as I run and sweat and laugh through the woods. For the security and deep rooted calm of the ground, and for my feet when they are able to feel your connection.
  3. The feeling of myself as I truly am when in control, and self-possessed, and balanced. It is a deeply sensual feeling. It’s such a purely natural feeling it’s hard to define, put into words. It is a feminine-meeting-masculine feeling. It is wild, free, and true. And impossible to box in.
  4. For the multidimensionality of my life. For travel, flow, movement, shapeshifting. For infinite wisdom, knowledge and potential. For cowboyboots, hats, kimonos and dark coloured velvet. For my guide and the Angels. For the elements, with whom I am step by step learning to play and work with in a balanced way.  Slowly.
  5. School. As of recent I’m a university gal. This is a change after years of wandering and travelling. It’s the masculine-academic approach to things, the concentration and focus, as well as staying in one place physically that I’m really struggling with right now. Cognitive Neuroscience + Positive Applied Psychology is hard core stuff. I’m slowly letting the uneasy, uncomfortable awkwardness of Failing only to Fly again sink into my flesh and bones and know what it teaches me. Unapologetic and pure presence, proaction & purpose. Even the times willpower isn’t yet level keeping on the ball anyway. Not feeling it? Do it anyway. I am grateful to my abilities to carry myself this way. I try to be forgiving when I’m not. And that’s how I  learn, that’s how I rise.

Goddess / human

It’s time to create

Within me a crazy spazzy calling, pulsating, building from below up through feet, knees, thighs, loin, navel, all through spine, solar plexus, heart, breasts, shoulders, neck, lips, ears. I am so growing. I am loving this. I am being recreated just as Earths cycles shift between seasons.

I am sitting in a room half boxes half things scattered, about to find their rightful place in my new home. Once this is done… I will paint.




One coffee, two coffee, three coffee

One coffee two coffee three coffee
I wrap my legs around morning myself
My fingers around the coffee cup
My hair in a red velvet bun
Torso draped in leopard jumper
Feet happily cold
This day melancholically sweet like toffee
I lay on my side inspecting the insides
And lights of other people’s minds
The pictures stuck in time-space
I adore.

I am free yet I am not
I am only allowing it half way
I think to find out where my boundaries go
Where I meet others
I’m a no show on the outside for now
So I can step my ground
Deep and profound
It’s so okay
To just be okay
And once I allow that, all of a sudden
I am so much more myself
I’m quiet and dandy and fine

The choice is continuously yours,

Laugh and live and let go.

neptune in pisces

still and ever and again and again I am
shedding myself of this skin
shuddering off on the daily this slowly thinning web
sometimes 5 years old, 99 years young and 23 years crazy at the same time
I’m guessing this is to figure being
until or before we learn breathing slow n being kind
more and deeper

we are bred into boxes
we learn the workings of numbers
before the workings of our bodies + minds + souls
and taking in the love
…only the love
and filtering out that b*s that isn’t spirit
yeah you heard me right all that stuff that isn’t pure,
non soul shit,
because I’m all about that soul
mmhmmm baby
whether it be in music
whether it be in bones
Imma let that soul lead the way
that humming
that inherent, tremblin harmonizin
rhythmically crackin
vibin voicin

I have been painted on
in straight lines
by eyes who don’t see colour

entered a world wherein
many wish
and few know
that we have already arrived

I have come into a space
where people carry ears
but have lost sound
and few still hear
the soul speaking
through walls of concrete
but to the few that do hear
thank the heavens for the few

(without you
it’d be much harder to be on this side
of the spheres)

midsummer husky

I write with my hair up when I need to get sorted
I write with my hair down, when I… am. 
today I am compromising
I wear a hairband
the roots pulled back tight
the ends down loose
so I can type rapidly without strands flying
swishing it back when I need a head shake,
let it free

I lost my voice,
Midsummer nights eve
it’s lovely
the more no talking
the greater my perception
the more I could hear
and see, scent, touch and taste 
the more I was
not the lack of voice
but the fullness of sensing

lack of wording, logic, intellect
heart full, mind quiet, soul full

blissful expression 
turning not into words but 
inherent body language
intuitive instincts
alike a child letting a glance tell all I need
a sway of hips
a turn of lips
a head kick back with a sassy,
isn’t all that so much more significant
than words?

it is not silence
when all senses expand
and I am
singing with all my soul…