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Iyanla Vanzant’s Spiritual Feast - Day 2 Peace Meditation

Settle yourself. Close your eyelids. Take a long deep inhale, and a complete exhale. Now relax, and listen. I now acknowledge, accept, believe, decree, and declare that I am grounded in the nurturing, nourishing Love of the Mother: Mother Earth, Mother Nature, the Mother of All Life. And I breathe. I now acknowledge, accept, believe, decree, and declare that I Am connected to the protecting, guiding Presence of the Father: Creator, Divine Mind, the Source of All Life. And I breathe. I now acknowledge, accept, believe, decree, and declare that the nurturing, nourishing Love of the Mother, and the protecting, guiding Love of the Father, are both now present in my Heart. And I breathe. I now ask for, and open myself to experience and express, Peace. I now acknowledge, accept, decree, and declare that the presence of peace is active in me. It now fills every atom, molecule, cell, nerve ending, muscle, system, structure, and organ of my body. And I breathe. I declare that my m...

Those who have the ears to hear...

I f life is but a dream, and everything’s a song Then why on earth would we think that there’s something right or wrong With anything we say, or anything we do How could we think that anything could be claimed “false” or “true” Within some that will read this, my words will resonate And beautif‘ly in others it will fill them with red hate But red is just a color - it’s neither good or bad And maybe to a special few the color red is sad So listen not to others, who tell you how to feel Please! not even Journy, Who is saying “it’s not real”! Listen to your own heart - it leads you true and strong For really it’s the chaos that gives beauty to a song.

Love You. Always.

Be who You Are - not what They want you to be Do what You want - not what logic dictates you should SEE Who You Are - not what the world tries to show you Love What You Are - You Are What Love IS A poem, by Journy

The Truth Stings

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This weekend I had the blessed opportunity to go camping with my family (all but my eldest, who of course was with us in spirit <3).  There were many things that made this trip “blessed”: we were blessed to camp at a beautiful site right beside a gorgeous lake; we were blessed by the neat structure a previous camper had built around the firepit to shelter our fire from wind; we were blessed by the copious amounts of spiders, who kept the lakeside mosquitos to a record low for our camping history; we were blessed by the awesome tree across the lake that my husband said looked “magical”, like something the Toll House elves might live in. The blessing that stood out to me the most, however, was an experience I had that reminded me of something I’ve known for a good while, that I literally got to see put into play… I got stung. I was sitting in my camping chair, working on a creative project, when I suddenly felt a little sting as I moved my leg.  I jumped; there ...

Demo Reel 1

My first ever completed  Demo Reel ... exciting!! I wrote and directed (and of course acted in) both scenes, as well as the song the montage is set to.  I’m also thrilled to say I wasn’t wearing makeup in 5 out of 6 of the photos at the end :) GOD IS GOOD! Thank you, Source Creator, for the blessings and guidance you have bestowed upon me πŸ’œπŸ’›πŸ’œπŸ™πŸ»πŸ™ŒπŸ»πŸ’ͺ🏻🎀😊

10,000 Women - an Original Song by Journy

I had no idea when this song first began to “come in through the static”, if you will, that it would hold so much significance in my life. Truly I have watched my life move through ups and downs that would have destroyed an earlier version of myself.  SO grateful am I for each challenge... and for the joys and peace I have experienced in moving through each. Thanks Be to GOD for every moment.  Thanks Be to my sweet and patient husband.  As the song says,  “Thank you for loving me.”

Acting Reel (part one)

I officially have video 1 of ?? for my acting reel. Ngl, I’m super proud of it ^,^

Loving a Ghost

Backstory: the husband of MC recently passed away. This is her experience in the dead of night, with the ghost of his memory. Her eyes fluttered open in the dark, still heavy with sleep.  She inhaled deeply, releasing the breath in a long sigh.  It had been such a good dream...  she smiled as it came back to her, and her hand moved slowly down her body to her most intimate region.  It was good she slept naked - this was no time for clothes. Her breath quickened and a soft moan escaped her parted lips. She started suddenly when she felt his lips on her neck, her eyes flashing open, but they drifted shut again as a smile crossed her features.  “Mmmmm,” she said, turning her head to give him better access. After a moment he stroked her face, turning her head to face him.  He moved his hand downward as their lips met, caressing and massaging her breast before sliding it over her stomach and ever lower... she moaned against his mouth when his hand replaced...

Do Not Face The Dragon

Do not face the dragon Turn around and run For it’s in the running that your journey has begun  Don’t look o’er your shoulder; You will find what you seek  If you can’t resist it then your future will be bleak There’s no use in turning To see if it pursues It does, and if you take the time to check, you’ll surely lose Keep your eyes turned forward  For only up ahead Will you find the peace of mind that brings you joy instead  Do not face the dragon That’s breathing down your back  The only way you’ll get away is run - do not look back