Confessions to Imagination

Have you ever put your imagination on hold? Or, worse, ignored imagination completely? Here’s a poem of my Confessions to Imagination. Sending love and colorful waves your way!

The Kiss.

The veil touches down in the thin place where 
past kisses present, a delicate sweep of air — sheer mystery. I walk into the fog, formerly familiar, now lit anew, the road reimagined. Where will it take me? Breaking sun, backlit branches, stream through my reckless heart. I consider day and night, their insistence on gathering each dawn. Death and life, not opposing forces, rather 
elbows latched in harmony 
with Spirit. They skip along, capture my curiosity in that profane and sacred are connected, both with a speck of God’s goodness for those willing to mine the mire. Today, ghosts…

The Power of Breath

A few months back, my friend Kristen and I went to a Transformational Breath workshop. Truthfully, I had no idea what we had signed up for, but I thought the guides may teach some good breathing techniques to help when life throws a curveball and since I love learning about new healing modalities, I was on board. The experience that day was astounding. I learned that we only use about 30% of our breath capacity on any given day. I learned that our breath has amazing power… much more than we realize. Through this particular breathing technique that we practiced,…

Wearer of the Crown (That’s You)

  Hey. Pssst. You. Wearer of the crown— Who, ME? Yes, you. No, no, no. You must be mistaken. I don’t wear a crown. Sure, you do. I see it. Are you looking at me? (laughs) Yup, yup. Sure am. Your crown is beautiful. Very intricate. Well (pause) What does it look like? Oh, honey. Sure is splendid. Looks like hundreds of owl feathers waving high, pearls from the depths of the ocean placed with precision, flecks of gold woven with mighty care. And, oh my! I spot a unicorn hair. Why can’t I see my crown? Ahhh… remember that…