Sunday, August 30, 2015

Wayne Dyer Man I LOVE

This is the man who showed me OTHER WAYS to think....and my heart would burn. I love that on the day he left, I got to "be" with him and Oprah  on Super Soul Sunday xxooxxooxx

Friday, August 28, 2015

28 August 2015

Happiness is the highest level of health.

Saturday, August 15, 2015

Paulo Coelho

Life always waits for some crisis to occur before revealing itself at its most brilliant.

Wednesday, August 12, 2015

Are you HUNGRY????????

In my dream I am alone,  sitting in a nothingness walls, no my current weight w my legs crossed. I am NOT disgusted with my tummy roll under my breasts. I am poking at the softness of it. Baffled that I actually LOVE it. I begin thinking of all the yummy things I had eaten.

Suddenly I am fisting BOOKS into my mouth, kind of the way cookie monster in sesame street did with cookies when I was little. Book pieces are dropping out both sides of my mouth and crumbling all around me...I am scooping them up and forcing them in.  I am literally just pounding books in my mouth as fast as I can. :)

I hear the sweetest laugh. I can't see her. I am looking wildly around. She laughs again. I become ultra aware of the nothingness I am in. I want to see her. Instead,  I FEEL her hold me. I didn't realize I had been longing to be held. We rock back and forth. No words are spoken. Yet, she teaches me. I understand in a new way. In my physical world I had knowing, but I didn't SEE.

I have hungrily taken in more food than my body can process and digest through, so it will stay with me until I do. I purposely put it there. I chose it. It will stay...until its processed through.

I have hungrily devoured masses of books,  the ideas and principles will literally hang all around me until they are processed through. As my body has limits of processing, so does my heart and soul.

Now the  ALIVE HAPPY BUDHA is sitting across from me laughing with his arms raised. He never releases eye contact or lowers his arms as his HAPPY wraps around me. I want to swim in his laughter. He is PLEASED with EVERYTHING. The Epitome of ALL IS WELL and BEYOND!

She tells me to really look at Him.....she asks me if I'm hungry? I quickly throw out...I am ALWAYS hungry! Again she asks...Are you Hungry? I am nervous to answer, I KNOW there is a lesson here for me to get. Once more...ARE YOU HUNGRY????

No words to respond, now, I AM THE HAPPY BUDHA and there is no hunger here.

I love me a dream of the night. LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE.
PS Still woke up wanting my coffee and another chapter in my book. Grace. Gratitude.

Monday, August 10, 2015

Sculptures by FANTASY WIRE

  I came across this artist on Facebook. I am ENCHANTED!!!! I now have a FUN plan for my next England Trip!!1 I will go to Trentham Estate and visit these in person!!! In the meantime...he has these starter kits where we can make our own!!! I have purchased 10...they will be here sometime mid October...if you'd like to join me for a Fairy making day....let me know....

There are moments I am sure I am suppose to be an artist...and a Gardner...and a DANCER...and a poet.....with vast landscapes. .....And Fairies to applaud my doings.
 This one!!! With the KNOW how much I LOVE A WISH!!! The MOVEMENT! The JOY and HAPPY in their poses. I am dedicated to holding myself differently...I wanna blast my happy without having to put WORDS on it...ohhhhhhh....just LOOKEY LOOKEY HERE :)

Thursday, August 6, 2015


After finishing Michael Singer's book on the Surrender Experiment I have been particularly aware of EVERYTHING that is delivered up to me. Tuesday as I was preparing to travel to Grand Junction it seemed as if everything was taking longer than I expected and I was worried I would be late. I had this odd much so I wondered if going was wise. I did a kid check. I had the car checked. After prayer and quiet I felt peace. Even with the peace, I decided to ask Alice to drive...I can have a heavy foot on some of those long ugly stretches. My delays had us leaving a full hour late...we still had time to make the class on time.

Just as we were entering Colorado we drove up to stopped traffic. People were out of their cars. We couldn't see what the issue was. But I knew. I knew someone had passed and that I was there on purpose to witness and "hold" the reverence and love of all who were there, stopped. I knew that THIS was the catalyst of the events and feelings of my morning. I knew I was on sacred ground at a sacred TIME. I knew I was suppose to be there. 

Noah Graham, THANK YOU. I WILL LOVE HARDER for at least a little while. I send you my GRATITUDE for the pause and re-dedication of living my best life.

I am in wonder that I would FEEL that so much BEFORE it happened. I am intrigued at the details of my morning that synchronized to ensure my being there. I am overwhelmed at the KNOWING that coursed through me that I was MEANT to be there.  I could not help but take note of the beauty of the events and people that gathered to me afterwards. I LIVE. 

I am.   I am.   I am.   I am.

Noah IS.   Still.

Centennial man was victim of rollover crash; two others in car injured

A Centennial man was killed in a single-vehicle rollover crash Tuesday on Interstate 70, west of the Loma port of entry.
Noah Graham, 19, was ejected from the rear seat of a 2002 Toyota Highlander, which careened off the eastbound lanes of I-70 near mile marker 14, according to the Colorado State Patrol. Graham later died from injuries he suffered in the crash, which was reported about 7 p.m.
The driver, Mason Isert, 19, of Centennial, suffered injuries described by a trooper as serious and was taken to St. Mary’s Hospital. A passenger, Jack Gause, 19, of Castle Rock, was hospitalized with moderate injuries.
According to the State Patrol, preliminary investigation shows the sport-utility vehicle failed to negotiate a left curve and went off I-70 on the right side, rolling approximately 2 1/2 times before coming to a rest on its roof. Graham was thrown from the vehicle as it rolled.
Drugs and alcohol are not suspected factors in the crash, which remains under investigation.