Galloping rhythms resonate,

The soothing patterns tune wild vibrations.

Tear the thread from the seam,

Allow the fabric to unfold.

An unleashed texture coos the hum of clarity.

Absorb the mending nectar,

The baptism has commenced.

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I just want to make note of this moment, this time frame. Sometimes your eyes truly open and you realize you are in step with the dance of the energy and the universe that surrounds you. You remember how much possibility there is, how much beauty there is, and you engage in it- you dive into it.  It’s empowering.  It’s something my metaphorical brain would describe as “leveling up”.

I felt this way last June, when I started writing again.

I feel this way now, as I have been cast in a play, The Vagina Monologues.

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My anxieties and my gut can get some rest, they are pleased that I am starting to fully water my thirsty creative roots.

xo.