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Dance Like One of your Ankles are Broken

I’m still not done with the mushiest of  February posts. Because here’s a dancing heart for you.

Dancin’ Heart…ouch, baby!

And here’s a half head to cheer you up, because let’s face it February really is not the mushiest time for a lot of people, not even for me.

Don’t forget that you are loved (even by half head)

And another mug of love for you, to warm your insides up with.

And that’s all I’ve got because I am clearly not made of new and creative ideas all the time!! Geez!

Mush Love to see it through

the end of Winter is near.

Spring is coming,

May the sun shine anew. 

Windy Weirdo

The birds have been at it since they woke me up this morning. Not to mention the gusty wind!”

I saw many along my walking path today. Among other birds and people, as it was a perfect sunny day. The wind would pick up and the occasional tree branch fell in my path. I felt it was time to scurry along, as the gusts were picking up exponentially. I found a perfect quote to keep me pondering. Walking is definitely for thinking. And sitting and thinking usually makes me sit around second guessing myself, overthinking what I said and how it would be interpreted to some. And all weekend I wanted to delete my website/blog, and burn my writings. Just forget it. Then I would say, but wait, that is the voice of another person who didn’t believe in me. I believe in myself now! I am not a piece of trash. But anyway, I found this quote:

“Walking, I am listening to a deeper way. Suddenly all my ancestors are behind me. Be still, they say. Watch and listen. You are the result of the love of thousands.” -Linda Hogan (b. 1947) Native American Writer

I wish I had slowed down a little bit more, but as the wind was gusty and I was worried about all the falling limbs, I should have noticed it more. What were the limbs saying to me? WATCH OUT. A warning from my ancestors? I think it’s just the wind breaking the dormant limbs, if you’re a realist. No, it’s just be cautious. It’s okay to be cautious. And to second guess yourself, until you believe in yourself. Until you find your voice. All those that walk beside me, that I cannot see are holding me close and letting me know that I AM Love, and that I can go on spreading that love through my art as long as I know that it comes deep within me and not outwardly, for acceptance or validation. Because anything that comes from the heart is meant to blow away in the wind and catch a falling limb anyway. Love is giving it away all the time to everyone, spirit or living, it is not to be coveted at all.