Category: Mother Earth

Perfect Timing

His heart gave way to the stress of “their” war—killing a young man with more love than patriotism will ever reward. And her life was crippled by the basket of legal drugs the white coats insisted would heal her. But their love continues as beautiful energy.

Last year at this time they both came to me. On a blanket in a garden under the warmth of Peruvian sun, a yellow rose of Texas smelled just like their love. I heard him say, “your love dear is the love you need to feel.” While she whispered “honey, we are all still right here.”

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Hey you, Unawakened Man.

Hey you, unawakened man, sit down.
Sit down and shut your mouth.
I maintain all your life needs.
Yet you continue to mistreat me.

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Bud Love

I transcribed this for my grandfather, Bud Love, who came to me while meditating when I was visiting the Sacred Valley in Pisac, Peru. In the dream he was speaking to me through a yellow rose that smelled just like my Nanny, Bonnie Love. It is my intention to publish (looking for a publisher and accepting offers) this poem along with some 50 others in my new book PachaMama Prattle. I am giving you a sneak peak because today is my grandmother’s birthday. Happy Birthday Nanny. There will never be another rose as sweet.

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Just a Mom

“Just a mom” is how she referred to the most immaculate job on earth. I cringed knowing she had yet to know her amazing worth. Her heart floods life with nourishment only mom’s grow. How on earth can this “just a mom” not know? This lavish love does not seek riches. It loves from places the spotlight misses. “Just a mom” should never be judged so … Read More Just a Mom

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No Think

Perhaps this is why Mother Earth has been the target of their destruction—because if we had no fear of our neighbors and no fear of our Mother then we would take care of each other!

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More Amor

How many doctors will listen to your story? Or would they rather drug you to numb you from your truth? Because like their pain they can’t stand in authentically, they can’t stand to be in yours with you.

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The Naked Truth.

Quantum physics has proven the things that exists are what we make ourselves aware of consciously. What we give our attention grows. Where attention goes energy flows. There is even evidence that this very now is altering the future. Well yes, that’s quite an easy truth to see, but brace yourself, because the evidence reveals this now is also altering the past simultaneously!

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Full Crow Moon

And because I kept going despite my mind trying to deny me my power, I now have this story to tell you. If you felt the power please understand that the duality going on inside of me is the illusion we are all trying to flee.

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It’s All Right to Not Be All Right.

Here is the confusion. Many people feel even more depressed when they can’t seem to turn the frown upside down. It’s okay.

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Merry Now. Merry Everything.

With this full Christmas Moon energy, Love is in the air. Love. The feeling. The one. That feeling of your heart exploding in a fearful fury of joyous bliss. It is the feeling we seek in everything. Breathe one long deep breath with me and think about loving energy. It feels like ease. It feels like breath so deep you will never again have … Read More Merry Now. Merry Everything.

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It Was Already Already Good

   Something magic happened when I began to delve my soul. In finding my creator, I found my creativity. Sometime ago, I began being freeer in my everything. In doing things sporadically, going with feeling and focusing on being loving, I found faith in my ability. My ability. Not the ability someone taught me. Not the ability someone else told me existed, but the … Read More It Was Already Already Good

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Rose City Authenticity

Even through your misty tears, I could see your light
By showing me your dark side you had nothing left to hide
Cry your tears, be cold at times, overwhelm with size
I see your light, I feel your warmth, you’re beauty in my eyes
There’s someone here who knows you—crying, cold, and gloom
And that someone loves you just as much as when your roses bloom