A SONDAY SONRISE

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HEAVENLY HEIGHTS

SONDAY WE WILL RISE TO HEAVENLY HEIGHTS

THE SON WILL COME TO WAKE US

ON SONDAY, THIS HIS TIME TO SHINE

SONDAY WE IN JOY WILL CELEBRATE 

TO SING GLORY- SUN WATER SKY EARTH
 CHILDREN LIFT HIM HIGH, THEIR PRAISE TO LEVITATE

HE DOESN'T SEE YOUR STAINS.

MY SELF-WORTH CANNOT BE TAKEN AT FACE VALUE

Who I am today is a reflection of how I was raised and how my childhood experiences taught me to take delight in the different flaws that make people who they are. We are all swimming in a mud hole of stains, splashing around in abnormal patterns that morph us into magical works of strange but attractive beings. Do we sometimes have trouble getting bogged down in the mire of misperception?

PEACE SLAYS THE DIRTY BIRD

THE PATH OF PEACE

(the white poodle in the back with the red glasses is chillin)

When you're scooting along the highway and you turn down a rocky road, I hope this post will encourage you to flip to the positive and travel back down the path of peace. Thanks to Linda for allowing me to snap this quick pic for the post. She is a member of SCOOTNASHVILLE.COM. This is her slick scooter called the Auto Moto. Isn't the future of driving mind blowing?

POUR ME A CUP

IGNITE YOUR THIRST

Mixing up different fruits and juices is a new interest of mine. I like trying to invent a new taste that moves me to an even greater fruity sensation.  I ask myself, “What could I possibly blend together that would create the perfect drink?” I  may never find it, but at least I can keep trying. Pushing my creative juices to the limit quenches my thirst even more. I thirst for creativity from every angle of my life and I try to look at things from a different perspective. I don’t even consider the way I think to be outside the box because I avoid trying to place my thoughts anywhere near a box. It has something to do with feeling trapped I guess. To have my mind hemmed up by a chamber of claustrophobic limitations scares me more than just a little. I choose to move my being beyond the box of conformity.

FOR ALL MANKIND

I feel at rest when I uplift someone else.

(this is my favorite post to date. I couldn't wait to write it.)

On Sunday February the 10^th I was presented with the priceless gift of rest. It was the most important birthday gift I had ever received. The package was carefully and appropriately delivered on Sunday, the day of rest. It came wrapped with a direct message of how much God desired for me to remain in His love. This gift was given to me as a reminder that I can be held in that sacred and quiet still as I float to tranquil and uncharted heights. I wish to lie suspended in the solitude of rest if only for a moment. I wish this FOR ALL MANKIND.