Honey

Published January 19, 2020 by tindertender

Snowberry providing everything needed. Precious flying ones creating sweet stickiness for others to enjoy.

Stop Raining! She yelled at the drops as they struck her face. Looking upward her eyes fill with liquid like tears … minus the salt.

Fragments everywhere. You are correct. They are not sanitary.

A house without love is not a home.

Smoke rises and fills the room with its natural, earthy aroma.

One, Two, Three … staggered at intervals, glowing, reminding me they are there.

Darkness, but is it really? After all, I can still see.

Orbs, solid, not energetic as some. Waiting to be viewed, adored, or thrown.

Love on the wall … staring at me as though to ask when I might pick it up and utilize it for something other than the ‘word’ it is.

Eyes and teeth, tongue protruding menacingly. Scary? No. Omen? Warning? Or is it a simple protective measure?

Cupid has lost his arrows. It is up to the people to generate love now. It took time to recognize, and there is still time to sway the odds.

Will We?

Dimly lit rooms are most comforting.

Why is it some people prefer every light bulb and electronic device on while others prefer candle light and simple music? Or even silence, and the crackling of a small but warm fire?

There is probably some sort of personality reading which can be wrapped around this reality.

Shoot the arrow of love. The aim does not need accuracy. Guides and helpers will see to it the arrow lands where needed most.

Just let it fly.

Silently complement the jogger you see while driving.

Thank the other drivers for not crashing you.

Bless the trails you walk as your feet gently touch the earth.

Sing to the trees.

See the birds as they flit from branch to branch, as they sing with you.

In person.

In mind.

Open consciousness to include everything.

Yell “I Am Free” out over the ocean waves. Remind Gaia you are aware of your freedom, your release from manipulative hooks of society, yet honor your connection to everything sacred.

Ask yourself if what you ‘see’ or ‘witness’ is residing within you.

Rise through the shift, the change, according to your inner guidance, your higher self and the sacred ‘push’ or nudges you receive from the Spirit/Soul connecting you the the physical form.

Love.

It is bigger than man, or woman. It is all encompassing. So is it’s polar opposite.

Which are you choosing?

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