January 5th, 2016

So many people underestimate their power and their capabilities. We are all sacred, we can all heal ourselves an love ourselves just as we are, just as we want to be. I have decided that shamanism is the path that I want to take. I also am taking the path of a reiki practitioner, not a reiki master, but a provider, a spiritual guide and soon to be teacher of relationship health. I won't immediately become a legal therapist, but I think being a counselor is in my future. I want o work with couples and basically be a home builder. What I mean by that is I want to start at the heart of the home: the individual, then to their partner or partners, the two people or more creating a roof, creating a temple of love, of togetherness. Then, I also work with pregnant mothers and infants, helping to create safe and pure energy for children to be born into and surrounded by in the womb, giving the mother the tools to feel safe and protected during labor, and to be gentle with her baby, the father as well. The therapy I want to do is all about gentleness and boundaries, becoming beacons of soulful quiet peace for the home.
Focusing on areas of:
Comfort with Sex
Communication in Relationships
Oneness with the World
Family Creation
Crating a Comforting and Safe Home Environment
Birth Therapy
Healing from grief and trauma
Receiving individually to give in a communal setting
 

January 4th, 2016

They wait for me as I scream for the first time awakened into the cold world of earth that may or may not exist
My soul, glowing like a star
They waited for me in my outside romps,
In my room singing to myself and drawing worlds of embers and magic
They waited as I embarked on adulthood
Scarring my face
And growing a body I felt embalmed in
My family pulling apart like bubblegum
My family reuniting like flowers
They waited for me when I left my friends of middle school
And met shadowed faces in the halls of jail
My breath and thoughts like a siege
My heart breaking two ways
Leaving a girl with blue eyes
Never to relate again
They waited for me as I became a puppet of madness
Writhing in living
My heart my beacon
Live live live
Ginsberg hold me, coo to me and move me
Bring my soul to bloom
I bloomed on my own accord without anyone seeing
Barreling out of madness like a bullet
Fireworking
Escalating out of the years of cold and mess
Into someone's faithful arms
To a forest in the mountains
The Timbuktu of America
White gold man hears and laughs with many broken teeth
And a life ever flowing
Once a rain drop, now an ocean

January 4th, 2016

Raw Art

Eden

I really love nude photography, and just simple artistic photography about people. I think because I have a camera, I'm going to explore photography as a medium <3 These people are just gorgeous aren't they?

In a Massive Jethro Phase That Will Never End