Playtime.

Dress up.

My studio.

Things I am very THANKFUL for today:

My summer shower body wash: Alba Botanica® in honey mango.  Yum.
Also, a new bottle of my favorite body oil too: Alba Botanica®- Kukui nut.  Double-Yum-Yum.

All the lovely positive juice over @thedailylove

A wonderful place to spend the paypal cash (me thinks): www.poppyswap.com (an online herbal market)

My magnificent flower essence Angel Medicine Healer/Teacher for her wonderful "medicines" that seem to kick my a** into alignment and higher existence.  I {heart} you, Shanta Gabriel.

My Mr. Lovey for his patience, grounding energy, and sensitive and supportive presence.  He so gets me.

My Tribe of Wild Women!  For their patience and validating witnessing as I whirlwind through the reshaping and refining of my work.

Susannah Conway's new book: This I know and her awesome course I am partaking: Exploring the Senses.

Instagram. (period)

My every other day evening gardening ritual; a little section of the yard that I tend.  This is so pleasing to me.  In my most comfortable, after the day has been worn, clothing and favorite hemp sandals I go out to water, nurture, exchange secrets, snap a few photos and ground with nature.  Very.  Good.  Rx.

There is something about this "life thing"...this "game of life" as my grandmother from the other side of the veil calls it.  She says it smiling, with a little giggle at the end of this very simple expression.  She sometimes floats on in the backseat of my car and sits with her hands neatly folded and resting on her lap.  She looks like she did in her younger years and smiles a whole lot.  Her wisdom is effervescent and shines right through.  A little different from when she was in the physical.  She's very sure of herself.  She knows.  She speaks with few words, but she speaks fluid wisdom.  And one more thing...she speaks English, at least I hear it as English.  There is no awkward struggle on my end to try and piece the little Spanish I know and her voice is clear and distinct.  Our most recent conversation, in the car as I drove to be with family for her Earth-Life Celebration...and yes, she happens to like the backseat view AND enjoyed my company very much, including my spontaneous chanting in the car to keep myself centered throughout the three hours behind a steering wheel.  She shared how language is yet another way to define energy, but not the only way.  Language; created to express our experience here on the physical plane and how heartbreaking it is when physical beings slay it to argue with one another.  Food for thought?  It is for me.

In fact, I have come to love the new languages I've been practicing.  I am bringing them out more as I grow and stretch upwards and coil around myself feeling out my real-life power. 
My truth as pillar and wisdom as a mountainous stage made of grass and earth. 
Wisdom, to come to know through memory.
Truth, as I grow into my strength. 
This is me.  I am remembering.  I am experiencing my truth.

I have come to know that my words sometimes are born in photos.
Some dance in 2-paragraph dance form poems.
Some lay out in a song.
Some swirl in watercolour and gritty gesso'ed moleskins without any kind of agenda.

These unique ways are a language I am fluent in.  It's indigenous.  It is part of my soulprint.  I speak it's tongue.  I am native in it's tones, pitches and melodies.

My Mother Tongue speaks in pictures.  She tells stories.  She creates artful pieces that communicate emotions and awaken memories that need no image.

She sometimes whispers in art & craft play.
She chooses colors over verbs, jewelry as adjectives.
This language speaks me.