That place. I need to go there. To see what it’s like, what secrets it holds in the mist, what whispers I can’t hear through all of this noise… That place. Where is it? My soles know the way. Tingling with remembrance long before bare feet touch the path, soul open, mind erased… That place.
If I came to life as a flower, or maybe when I was… I’d see myself as a Peony. By far my favorite flower. Somehow writing that makes it sound full of ego, let’s say it’s the heavy dosing of self-love. Indeed I’d be a pink Peony, the color my eyes see as love, for
The Dating Chronicles often contain some foul language, sexual content, pushing boundaries and very open-minded thinking. Read on if you are aware of this and are not judging my perspective, lifestyle or general musings. We are all on our own journey. I share my thoughts and experience with those who may benefit or become inspired to find their own magic. I post this disclaimer because I understand that’s not for everyone… therefor if you are already offended, stop here. If you are intrigued… read on! I wish you luck in finding yourSelf, your inner magic and fun while dating.
When’s the last time you’ve been on a plane? Road trip? Backpacking? Outside??? A sure-fire way to find your inner magick is to get out of your normal surroundings. Even if it’s as simple as driving a different way to work. Seriously. It’s called a pattern-interrupt. Something you often hear in association with a meditation