Manipulate You

THIS IS EXCITING!!!

Hi Friends!

I’m starting a Creative Cluster in the Phoenix area where we will be going through the book ‘The Artist’s Way’, By: Julia Cameron. If you live in the Phoenix area and are interested in joining this Creative Cluster, please leave a comment below so I can see approximately how many are interested.

This will be a 12 Week Course where we will be going through ‘The Artist’s Way’ together. We will meet as a group once a week for 2-3 hours and go through the tasks together. The outline of the 12 weeks will be as follows:

Week 1: Recovering a Sense of Safety
Week 2: Recovering a Sense of Identity
Week 3: Recovering a Sense of Power
Week 4: Recovering a Sense of Integrity
Week 5: Recovering a Sense of Possibility 
Week 6: Recovering a Sense of Abundance
Week 7: Recovering a Sense of Connection
Week 8: Recovering a Sense of Strength
Week 9: Recovering a Sense of Compassion
Week 10: Recovering a Sense of Self-Protection
Week 11: Recovering a Sense of Autonomy
Week 12: Recovering a Sense of Faith

This book changed my life drastically over 3 years ago, and has continued to bring life to my own creative process over and over. If you’ve already read the book… even more reason to join this Creative Cluster. 😉

The cost of this course: $0

Hope to see you soon! XO

The Dishes

All people dream, but not equally.

Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their mind,
wake in the morning to find that it was vanity.

But the dreamers of the day are dangerous
people, for they dream their dreams with open eyes,
and make them come true. —D.H. Lawrence

NOW

Start.
Begin.
GO.

Do your work.

Write. RISK.
Act.

C  R  E  A  T  E.

NOW.

 

A Bedtime Story

If love is magic—
If I’m the Dreamer
And you the Dream…
If I want you,
but you don’t want me, then
the magic can’t be.

Do you see?

*     *     *     *    *

I only wrote this tale to tell you—
without you,  I can’t make magic.

A Secret

Sometimes I hear a lyric, or read a poem, that becomes so sacred to my soul, I want to keep it locked up—a secret, hidden from the world.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

Tell me… how was it  you loved me?

Like those secret words I hid— too sacred to be spoken.

Listen

Talking to him—
Was like me,  talking  to  myself.

“You know that dream you had, when you were 10 years old?
It’s still yours. You still have it.”
I told him—inside my head.

My Word

One day your girlfriend will wistfully walk the rows of a bookstore, where she will fall upon words— I wrote.

She will remember her past love, and tenderly whisper,
“This is how I felt. How could another, so far away
put into word,  my own heart…?”

But she won’t know, each was your word— stolen, from my heart,
and now—
she is reading us.

The Big Break

Yesterday,   someone said to me, “You just need that big break.”

No. I create my own breaks.