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    • True North ๐Ÿงญ ๐ŸŒน

      Posted at 4:18 pm by Lisa K, on September 29, 2019

      ๐‘ญ๐’๐’๐’๐’๐’˜๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’๐’†๐’†๐’…๐’๐’† ๐’๐’ ๐’Ž๐’š ๐’„๐’๐’Ž๐’‘๐’‚๐’”๐’”,

      ย ๐‘ต๐’๐’• ๐’‹๐’–๐’”๐’• ๐’‚๐’๐’š ๐’๐’๐’… ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’๐’†๐’•๐’Š๐’„ ๐’“๐’๐’”๐’†,

      ๐‘ฐ๐’•โ€™๐’” ๐’‚ ๐’”๐’‘๐’†๐’„๐’Š๐’‚๐’ ๐’๐’๐’† ๐’‹๐’–๐’”๐’• ๐’“๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’• ๐’‡๐’๐’“ ๐’Ž๐’†,

      ๐‘จ๐’๐’… ๐’Š๐’•โ€™๐’” ๐’Š๐’๐’‡๐’๐’–๐’†๐’๐’„๐’† ๐’Š๐’” ๐’˜๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’ˆ๐’“๐’๐’˜๐’”.

      .

      ๐‘พ๐’Š๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’ ๐‘ฐ ๐’‡๐’†๐’†๐’ ๐’Š๐’• ๐’”๐’‰๐’Š๐’‡๐’• ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’„๐’‰๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ๐’†,

      ๐‘จ๐’” ๐’Ž๐’š ๐’”๐’†๐’‚ ๐’๐’‡ ๐’•๐’‰๐’๐’–๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’•๐’” ๐’”๐’‘๐’๐’‚๐’”๐’‰ ๐’•๐’ ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’‡๐’“๐’,

      ๐‘ฐ๐’‡ ๐‘ฐ ๐’…๐’๐’โ€™๐’• ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’๐’†๐’–๐’—๐’†๐’“ ๐’„๐’‚๐’“๐’†๐’‡๐’–๐’๐’๐’š,

      ๐‘พ๐’‚๐’—๐’†๐’” ๐’๐’‡ ๐’†๐’Ž๐’๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’„๐’๐’–๐’๐’… ๐’‘๐’–๐’๐’ ๐’Ž๐’† ๐’…๐’๐’˜๐’ ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’๐’๐’˜.

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      ๐‘ถ๐’ƒ๐’”๐’†๐’“๐’—๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’Š๐’๐’•๐’†๐’๐’•๐’๐’š ๐’Š๐’ ๐’‚๐’๐’ ๐’…๐’Š๐’“๐’†๐’„๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’๐’”,

      ๐‘ด๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’๐’†๐’•๐’Š๐’„ ๐’„๐’–๐’“๐’“๐’†๐’๐’•๐’” ๐’‡๐’๐’๐’˜ ๐’๐’๐’•๐’ ๐’Ž๐’š ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’‘,

      ๐‘ด๐’š ๐’Ž๐’Š๐’๐’… ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’š ๐’•๐’“๐’š ๐’•๐’ ๐’•๐’“๐’Š๐’„๐’Œ ๐’Ž๐’†,

      ๐‘บ๐’ ๐‘ฐ ๐’„๐’‚๐’โ€™๐’• ๐’‡๐’Š๐’๐’… ๐’Ž๐’š ๐’˜๐’‚๐’š ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’„๐’๐’Ž๐’† ๐’†๐’๐’•๐’“๐’‚๐’‘๐’‘๐’†๐’….

      .

      ๐‘ญ๐’๐’“ ๐’๐’๐’˜ ๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’‚๐’–๐’•๐’Š๐’‡๐’–๐’ ๐’“๐’๐’”๐’† ๐’Š๐’” ๐’ƒ๐’“๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’•,

      ๐‘ด๐’š ๐’•๐’“๐’–๐’† ๐’๐’๐’“๐’•๐’‰ ๐’…๐’“๐’‚๐’˜๐’” ๐’Ž๐’š ๐’†๐’š๐’† ๐’•๐’๐’˜๐’‚๐’“๐’…๐’” ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’•,

      ๐‘จ๐’๐’˜๐’‚๐’š๐’” ๐’๐’†๐’‚๐’“๐’๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‰๐’๐’˜ ๐’•๐’ ๐’‰๐’‚๐’“๐’๐’†๐’”๐’” ๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’†๐’๐’†๐’“๐’ˆ๐’š,

      ๐‘บ๐’ ๐’Ž๐’š ๐’…๐’Š๐’“๐’†๐’„๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’‘๐’–๐’“๐’‘๐’๐’”๐’† ๐’‚๐’“๐’† ๐’˜๐’๐’—๐’†๐’ ๐’Š๐’ ๐’”๐’š๐’๐’†๐’“๐’ˆ๐’š.

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      ๐‘ฉ๐’š: ๐“›๐“ฒ๐“ผ๐“ชโ™ฅ๏ธ

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      Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | 6 Comments | Tagged art, beautyoflife, belove, Creativewriting, energy, expressyourself, innervoice, inspiration, life, listenwithin, love, makeart, poems, Poetry, truenorth, writing, Yogaart
    • Rแด‡แด€แด…ส แด›แด แดกแด€สŸแด‹ ษชษด๐Ÿ’ซ

      Posted at 12:58 am by Lisa K, on August 1, 2019

      Sแด›แด€ษดแด…ษชษดษข วซแดœษชแด‡แด›สŸส ษชษด แด›สœแด‡ แด…แดแดส€แดกแด€ส,

      Iแด› สœแด€s แด›แด€แด‹แด‡ษด sแด สŸแดษดษข า“แดส€ ษชแด› แด›แด แด€แด˜แด˜แด‡แด€ส€,

      Sแด แด‡ษดแด›ษชแด„ษชษดษขสŸส ษชแด› แด€sแด‹s แดแด‡ แด›แด แด‡ษดแด›แด‡ส€,

      Aษดแด… สแด‡แด› ษช แด˜แด€แดœsแด‡ ส™แด‡า“แดส€แด‡ ษช แดกแด€สŸแด‹ ษชษด.

       

      Sแด แดแดœแด„สœ แด‡า“า“แดส€แด› สœแด€s ษขษชแด แด‡ษด แดกแด€ส แด›แด แด›สœษชs แดแด˜แด‡ษดษชษดษข,

      I แด„แด€ษด’แด› แด‡แด แด‡ษด แด˜แดœแด› ษชษดแด›แด แดกแดส€แด…s แดกสœแด€แด› ษช สœแด€แด แด‡ า“แด‡สŸแด›,

      I แดกส€ษชแด›แด‡ แด…แดแดกษด แดกสœแด€แด› ษช แด„แด€ษด แด…แด‡sแด„ส€ษชส™แด‡,

      Oา“ แดกสœแด€แด› ษช แด›ส€ส แด›แด แด…แด‡แด„แดแดแด˜ส€แด‡ss.

       

      Jแดœsแด› แดกสœแด‡ษด ษช แด›สœแดแดœษขสœแด› ษช แด„แดแดœสŸแด…ษด’แด› แดแดแด แด‡,

      I า“แด‡สŸแด› ส™แดแดœษดแด… แด€ษดแด… ษชส€แดษดแด„สŸแด€แด…,

      I sแด€แดก แด›สœแด€แด› แด„ส€แด€แด„แด‹ แดา“ แด€ษด แดแด˜แด‡ษดษชษดษข,

      Iแด› แดแด˜แด‡ษดแด‡แด… แดœแด˜ ส™แด‡า“แดส€แด‡ ษช แด‹ษดแด‡แดก ษช สœแด€แด….

       

      Tสœแด‡ แด แด€sแด› า“แด‡แด‡สŸษชษดษข แดา“ แด›สœแด€แด› แด›ษชษดส sแด˜แด€แด„แด‡,

      Iแด› sแด‡แด‡แดs แด›สœแด‡ แดกแดส€แด‹ สœแด€s ษขส€แด€ษดแด›แด‡แด… ษขส€แด€แด„แด‡,

      I แด…แดษด’แด› แด‹ษดแดแดก สœแดแดก สŸแดษดษข ษชแด› แดกษชสŸสŸ sแด›แด€ส,

      Sแด แด›สœแด‡ส€แด‡ ษชs แดŠแดœsแด› ษดแด แด›ษชแดแด‡ แด›แด แดกแด€sแด›แด‡.

       

      Eแด€แด„สœ แดแดแดแด‡ษดแด› ษชs แด€ ษขษชา“แด› ษชษด แด›ษชแดแด‡,

      I ส™ส€แด‡แด€แด›สœแด‡ แด…แด‡แด‡แด˜สŸส แด€s ษช แดแดแด แด‡,

      Cแด€ส€แด‡า“แดœสŸสŸส า“แด‡แด‡สŸษชษดษข า“แดส€ แดกสœแด€แด› แด„แดแดแด‡s แดœแด˜,

      Tสœแด‡ แด˜แด€ษชษด สœแด€s สœแด€แด… sแดแดแด‡แด›สœษชษดษข แด›แด แด˜ส€แดแด แด‡.

       

      Sแดœแด„สœ sแดา“แด›ษดแด‡ss ษดแดแดก ส€แดแดœษดแด…s ส€แดแดœษขสœ แด‡แด…ษขแด‡s,

      A แดแด‡แด›แด€แด˜สœแดส€ า“แดส€ แดกสœแด€แด› ษชs สŸษชา“แด‡,

      I สŸแด‡แด› ษชแด› า“สŸแดแดก แด…แดแดกษด แด›สœส€แดแดœษขสœ แดส ส™แด‡ษชษดษข,

      Tสœแด‡ส€แด‡ ษชs sแด แดแดœแด„สœ แดกแด€ส€แดแด›สœ แดกสœแด‡ส€แด‡ แด›สœแด‡ส€แด‡ แดกแด€s ษชแด„แด‡.

       

      Fแด‡แด‡สŸษชษดษข า“ส€แด‡แด‡ ษชs แด€ ษขส€แด‡แด€แด› แด˜สŸแด€แด„แด‡ แด›แด ส™แด‡,

      Hแดแดก สŸแดษดษข ษชแด› แดกษชสŸสŸ สŸแด€sแด› ษช แด…แด ษดแดแด› แด‹ษดแดแดก,

      Sแด ษช สŸแด‡แด› ษชแด› า“ษชสŸสŸ แดส สœแด‡แด€ส€แด› แด€ษดแด… sแดแดœสŸ,

      Tสœแด‡ส€แด‡ ษชs ษดแด แดกสœแด‡ส€แด‡ แด‡สŸsแด‡ ษช ษดแด‡แด‡แด… แด›แด ษขแด.

       

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    • From the Ashes๐Ÿ”ฅ

      Posted at 12:30 am by Lisa K, on June 29, 2019

      ๐™๐™ง๐™ค๐™ข ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐˜ผ๐™จ๐™๐™š๐™จ

      ๐™”๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง ๐™๐™š๐™–๐™ง๐™ฉ ๐™๐™–๐™จ ๐™–๐™ก๐™ฌ๐™–๐™ฎ๐™จ ๐™ ๐™ฃ๐™ค๐™ฌ๐™ฃ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™ง๐™ž๐™œ๐™๐™ฉ ๐™ฌ๐™–๐™ฎ,

      ๐™’๐™๐™š๐™ฃ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™ฉ๐™ค๐™ค๐™  ๐™ฃ๐™ค๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™˜๐™š ๐™ž๐™ฉ ๐™ฃ๐™š๐™ซ๐™š๐™ง ๐™ก๐™š๐™™ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™–๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™ง๐™–๐™ฎ,

      ๐™Ž๐™ค ๐™ฌ๐™๐™ฎ ๐™™๐™ค๐™ฃโ€™๐™ฉ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™ค๐™ฅ ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™ก๐™ž๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™š๐™ฃ?

      ๐™„๐™ฉโ€™๐™จ ๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ข๐™š ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™ก๐™š๐™–๐™™ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง ๐™ค๐™ฌ๐™ฃ ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™ฆ๐™ช๐™ž๐™จ๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ค๐™ฃ.

       

      ๐™Ž๐™ค๐™›๐™ฉ ๐™ฌ๐™๐™ž๐™จ๐™ฅ๐™š๐™ง๐™จ ๐™›๐™ง๐™ค๐™ข ๐™ฌ๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™๐™ž๐™ฃ ๐™จ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™ข๐™ž๐™ก๐™š๐™จ ๐™–๐™ฌ๐™–๐™ฎ,

      ๐™”๐™ค๐™ช ๐™˜๐™–๐™ฃ ๐™—๐™–๐™ง๐™š๐™ก๐™ฎ ๐™œ๐™ง๐™–๐™จ๐™ฅ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š๐™ž๐™ง ๐™ข๐™š๐™–๐™ฃ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ,

      ๐™„๐™ฉโ€™๐™จ ๐™—๐™š๐™š๐™ฃ ๐™จ๐™ค ๐™ก๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™จ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™˜๐™š ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™ฅ๐™–๐™ฎ๐™š๐™™ ๐™–๐™ฉ๐™ฉ๐™š๐™ฃ๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ค๐™ฃ,

      ๐™๐™ค ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™จ๐™–๐™˜๐™ง๐™š๐™™ ๐™ฌ๐™ค๐™ง๐™™๐™จ ๐™ค๐™› ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™ฉ๐™ช๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ค๐™ฃ.

       

      ๐˜พ๐™ก๐™ค๐™จ๐™š ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง ๐™š๐™ฎ๐™š๐™จ ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™—๐™ง๐™š๐™–๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™ฃ๐™ž๐™˜๐™š ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™™๐™š๐™š๐™ฅ,

      ๐™‰๐™ค๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™˜๐™š ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™จ๐™ค๐™›๐™ฉ ๐™ง๐™๐™ฎ๐™ฉ๐™๐™ข ๐™ค๐™› ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง ๐™๐™š๐™–๐™ง๐™ฉ ๐™–๐™จ ๐™ž๐™ฉ ๐™—๐™š๐™–๐™ฉ๐™จ,

      ๐™๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™–๐™ฉ ๐™›๐™–๐™ข๐™ž๐™ก๐™ž๐™–๐™ง ๐™˜๐™ค๐™ข๐™›๐™ค๐™ง๐™ฉ ๐™ค๐™› ๐™จ๐™ฅ๐™–๐™˜๐™š ๐™ฌ๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™๐™ž๐™ฃ,

      ๐™๐™๐™š ๐™Ÿ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง๐™ฃ๐™š๐™ฎ ๐™—๐™–๐™˜๐™  ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง๐™จ๐™š๐™ก๐™› ๐™ž๐™จ ๐™–๐™—๐™ค๐™ช๐™ฉ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™—๐™š๐™œ๐™ž๐™ฃ.

       

      ๐™๐™ค ๐™›๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™–๐™ฉ ๐™ฅ๐™ก๐™–๐™˜๐™š, ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™ซ๐™ค๐™ž๐™˜๐™š ๐™ฉ๐™๐™–๐™ฉ ๐™ž๐™จ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง ๐™ค๐™ฌ๐™ฃ,

      ๐™”๐™ค๐™ช ๐™ฃ๐™š๐™š๐™™ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™œ๐™ž๐™ซ๐™š ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง๐™จ๐™š๐™ก๐™› ๐™จ๐™ค๐™ข๐™š ๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ข๐™š,

      ๐™‡๐™ž๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™š๐™ฃ, ๐™›๐™š๐™š๐™ก, ๐™—๐™ง๐™š๐™–๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™จ๐™ก๐™ค๐™ฌ ๐™™๐™ค๐™ฌ๐™ฃ,

      ๐™๐™๐™š ๐™ซ๐™ค๐™ก๐™ช๐™ข๐™š ๐™ค๐™› ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง ๐™ฉ๐™ง๐™ช๐™ฉ๐™ ๐™—๐™š๐™œ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™จ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™˜๐™ก๐™ž๐™ข๐™—,

       

      ๐™‰๐™ค๐™ฌ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™–๐™ง๐™š ๐™›๐™ช๐™ก๐™ก, ๐™˜๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™›๐™ž๐™™๐™š๐™ฃ๐™ฉ ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™ง๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™œ,

      ๐™๐™๐™ค๐™ช๐™œ๐™ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ๐™จ ๐™–๐™ง๐™š๐™ฃโ€™๐™ฉ ๐™–๐™ก๐™ฌ๐™–๐™ฎ๐™จ ๐™œ๐™ค๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™—๐™š ๐™š๐™–๐™จ๐™ฎ,

      ๐™Ž๐™–๐™™๐™ฃ๐™š๐™จ๐™จ ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™™๐™ค๐™ช๐™—๐™ฉ ๐™ฌ๐™ž๐™ก๐™ก ๐™๐™–๐™ซ๐™š ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š๐™ž๐™ง ๐™ฅ๐™ก๐™–๐™˜๐™š,

      ๐˜ฝ๐™ช๐™ฉ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™˜๐™–๐™ฃ ๐™จ๐™š๐™š ๐™ฌ๐™๐™š๐™ง๐™š ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š๐™ฎ ๐™–๐™ก๐™ก ๐™—๐™š๐™ก๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™œ.

       

      ๐™‡๐™ž๐™ ๐™š ๐™– ๐™ฅ๐™๐™ค๐™š๐™ฃ๐™ž๐™ญ ๐™ค๐™ฃ ๐™›๐™ž๐™ง๐™š ๐™—๐™ช๐™ง๐™ฃ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™ง๐™ž๐™ ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ๐™ก๐™ฎ ๐™—๐™ง๐™ž๐™œ๐™๐™ฉ,

      ๐™๐™š๐™—๐™ค๐™ง๐™ฃ ๐™›๐™ง๐™ค๐™ข ๐™–๐™จ๐™๐™š๐™จ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™ง๐™š๐™˜๐™ก๐™–๐™ž๐™ข ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง ๐™จ๐™ค๐™ช๐™กโ€™๐™จ ๐™ฆ๐™ช๐™š๐™จ๐™ฉ,

      ๐™”๐™ค๐™ช ๐™ง๐™š๐™ช๐™ฃ๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™š ๐™ฌ๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™จ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง๐™˜๐™š ๐™ค๐™› ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง ๐™ ๐™ฃ๐™ค๐™ฌ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ,

      ๐˜ผ๐™จ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง ๐™Ÿ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง๐™ฃ๐™š๐™ฎ ๐™—๐™š๐™œ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™จ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™—๐™š๐™–๐™ช๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™›๐™ช๐™ก๐™ก๐™ฎ ๐™ข๐™–๐™ฃ๐™ž๐™›๐™š๐™จ๐™ฉ.

       

       

      ๐“‘๐”‚: ๐“›๐“ฒ๐“ผ๐“ชโ™ฅ๏ธ

       

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    • How does change feel?

      Posted at 2:05 am by Lisa K, on September 9, 2018

      Hi friends,

      It has been a few months since I have shared a post with you, wow! Itโ€™s not that I havenโ€™t been writing, moreover that I have been busy with some changes!

      The funny thing about change, itโ€™s always there, it is really the one thing we can truly count on in life. And yet…it can cause a hurricane of emotion, dislike and even cause problems if we try to avoid it. ย I truly find that writing helps me to unbox and understand my thoughts and feelings and today I would like to share a poem with you about change. ย Moreover, after reading it, I would be very interested to know your thoughts on change as well.

      How does change feel?

      One day it may be sunny,

      On another it may rain,

      Like the unpredictably of weather,

      Things in life will always change.

      Why are we continually so resistant,

      To something we are constantly exposed,

      Why is it so difficult sometimes,

      To finally learn to just let go.

      Patterns that make us happy,

      Ones that make us sad,

      It seems we desire familiarity,

      We want somethingย  that weโ€™ve had.

      Grasping, holding, desperately coddling,

      Wishing that all will be the same,

      But how can we grow in life?

      If we want everything to be so tame.

      Like a child learning to walk,

      Branching out can feel so alien,

      But if you donโ€™t believe and take that step,

      The pastโ€™s grip is as strong as titanium.

      Feel, think, believe and trust,

      Itโ€™s all within your strength of will,

      Your desires are within your reach,

      Let your inner voice guide your skill.

      Suddenly you behold the truth,

      Your heart races with the realization,

      That to enjoy the beauty of this life,

      You must be open to this revelation.

      By: Lisa Michelleโ™ฅ๏ธ

       

       

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    • Self Love

      Posted at 1:43 am by Lisa K, on May 6, 2018
      Self Love
      Born into this world,
      We know the gifts that we possess,
      The Love that we are capable of,
      How to find our way to bliss.
      But as we grow there is doubt,
      A strange feeling that is unknown,
      It hurts to feel its wrath,
      And defensive ways will grow.
      The soul cannot interpret evil,
      The pain is far too great,
      It shrivels up and sinks down,
      By the hurt that comes from hate.
      A sheath of protection must ensue,
      But the edges may be frayed,
      Patterns begin to fester,
      And the soul becomes afraid.
      Realization of this war,
      Brings sadness but not defeat,
      Our light begins to burn,
      So strongly that it wonโ€™t deplete.
      Love brings all beings to their knees,
      And the soul knows this best,
      It pours love from every seam,
      Sadness can no longer ย act to suppress.
      Beauty, faith and Love grow strong,
      Trust and honesty are high,
      All the feels that are meant to be,
      Become our greatest in supply.
      Words are only letters,
      Do you feel the light ignite your soul?
      Remember the most important one,
      Itโ€™s only you who can make you whole.
      By~ Lisa Michelleโ™ฅ๏ธ

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    • Are We Not Unicorns?

      Posted at 5:36 pm by Lisa K, on April 8, 2018

      As a young girl, I was absolutely captivated by fantasy creatures, especially the unicorn. A majestic being with a wild and free spirit, found in the enchanted forests around the mythical world. With their sparkling horn as the vortex of their magnificent, unrestrained power and purity, their supernatural qualities are noble in nature. The movie Legend is in my top 5 all time favourites. I just love watching the unicorns gallop through the river as Tom Cruise observed their incredible beauty from behind a bush nearby.

      Unicorns are meant to be free and cannot be captured or touched. If this should happen and their horn is removed, they will die. Along with it, all the fair enchantment of their magic will fall and become evil. When I think about what that means, I often compare it to the human desire to tame and become master to wild creatures of this world and their own individual gifts. The desire to capture that which is forbidden brings me back to the very nature of what it means to be human, right down to the story Adam and Eve. To want something that is not to be taken seems to be part of the human condition and has led our species down some slippery slopes in this world. Why is it that we possess this inclination? Why do we allow it to control our behaviours? While I donโ€™t have the answer to these questions, I do have some personal speculations on what they mean.

      To me, the unicorn symbolizes the true nature of our own spirit. The fact that we have become unable to see that we already have everything we need inside ourselves and always have makes me feel melancholy. In the very first post I wrote for this blog, I referenced a native creation story about how the human spirit has been hidden within us so that we would not find it until we are prepared to realize our oneness with the divine. The unicorn is a divine being and we are divine beings too. The problem is that we place value on things that we admire or wish to take them for ourselves. Our world is built on the hierarchy of a system of money and power that dictates the value of something as a prize to own, not as an experience of life or a way of existing. That has long been forgotten by the power of greed and social stature in society. These are generalizations as I dare not speak for all of mankind, but they are marked patterns in the operation of the many civilizations of this world, without doubt.

      The rush of wonder and admiration I feel when I watch those unicorns running in the forest, that feeling is out of respect and love for the power of the untamed and the unbound. For the confident and carefree magical beauty of their very existence. We are born into this life with the understanding of our unicorn nature, that knowing. I remember feeling like I could do anything I wanted if I tried hard enough, if I let my creative energy flow, as a child. I would spend hours dancing, making artwork, creating in my own way and felt limitless. I believe we all wish to feel that way our whole lives, to be confident in our capabilities and at the same time know that their worth is really in the experience of creating them. That this experience itself is so powerful in its realization of the interconnected fiery light that joins each of us to one another and then allows it to dance in our passions of lifeโ€™s purpose.

      The greatest artists in the world did not spend painstaking hours on their craft merely for recognition or how others would receive their creations, it was for the process of it. Because they loved it. Fearlessly following the effulgent light burning so deeply into the essence of who they knew they were. At first, they didnโ€™t even know or care if what they created was loved by others at all. We observe people like this with awe and admiration, as if we lack their capability. In reality we need to make a space inside to rediscover that light within and let it guide us on our way.

      We are all unicorns! Isnโ€™t that totally awesome! To think when I was little, I used to make a little horn and decorate it with sparkles so a I could run around with it taped to my forehead, lol! I wanted to be one, and now I am working on rediscovering that I already am!

      Well my beautiful readers, that is my little philosophical musing for today. Wishing you all the very best week coming! Keep smiling๐Ÿ˜„

      Much Love,

      Lisa xo

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    • Cosmic Love

      Posted at 3:10 am by Lisa K, on March 18, 2018

      Cosmic Love

      Love is warm, soft and sweetly divine.
      Love is vast, blissful and overwhelming at times.
      Love is comforting, powerful and without condition.
      It is something we search for as part of lifeโ€™s mission.
      Love is supposed to be thoughtful, Love is supposed to be kind, ย but how can it be those things when sometimes itโ€™s blind?

      Is Love our own? Or is it only shared?
      How can we have it without another who cares?
      Is self Love the same as what we desire from others?
      Or do we require the heart of another?
      How can Love be free from pain?
      Without judgement or sadness, can it be without bane?

      Love is vulnerable, itโ€™s soft to the core, how can we enjoy it when itโ€™s attached to much more?

      Does Love mean sacrifice? Must we be vulnerable to obtain? These things are not easy and can cause some to abstain.

      Is it the human condition that holds us back? From the feeling of Pure Love, our senses may lack.
      Freedom in Love is such a beautiful thing, the thought alone makes my little heart sing.
      Maybe thatโ€™s part of our work in this form,
      To unify our souls and let Cosmic Love be reborn.

      By: Lisa Michelle โ™ฅ๏ธ

       

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    • That Christmas Feeling

      Posted at 2:41 am by Lisa K, on December 24, 2017

      Tomorrow is Christmas Eve!!! We are away holidaying at a ski resort for Christmas this year. ย Usually we go down south but we wanted to try a winter holiday this year. ย Though I am with the people I consider to be the essence of my existence, I do miss our family that we will not see over the next few days. ย I feel love, hope and enthusiasm for the coming new year and felt some inspiration for a poem. ย Hope you are having a wonderful time, celebrating life, love and all the important things at this special time of year!!

      That Christmas Feeling

      The snow begins to fall,
      Gracefully feathering down to the ground,
      The night is lit up with coloured lights,
      Eyes are wide for every child in town.

      The carols play over the radio,
      Bringing back memories of this time,
      A sweet nostalgic feeling to embrace,
      The scent of evergreen is in its prime.

      School is out for the holidays,
      Children play and eat the snow,
      No care in the world is what they have,
      Carefree and happy feelings is what they know.

      A time for friends and family,
      Smiles and hugs will fill your days,
      Chocolates and sweet cookies,
      Love is shown in so many beautiful ways.

      Thinking about whatโ€™s important,
      Squeezing close with those held dear,
      Donโ€™t forget to look into their eyes,
      And let them know that you are near.

      Love is the reason for all this fuss,
      Donโ€™t let the purpose become skewed,
      Let your loved ones know how you feel,
      And your feelings show their magnitude.

      I love you now, today and tomorrow,
      I will love you forever more.
      My heart is full when weโ€™re together,
      You make me feel like I could soar.

      Merry Christmas to you my friend,
      May your holiday be sweet,
      Enjoy making new memories,
      That forever you may keep.

      By: Lisa Michelle

      Keep smiling my gorgeous friends, Love to you all. ย We are all human beings, craving understanding, connection and above all Love. ย I feel it and it is so beautiful. ย Kiss and hug your loved ones!!!

      Much Love,

      Lisa Michelle xoxoxoxo

       

       

       

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    • Our Guiding Light

      Posted at 7:11 pm by Lisa K, on October 1, 2017

      I write poetry when I feel inspired by an internal emotional experience which needs to be expressed in some way. ย The feelings we have as human beings can be so overwelming and powerful, both the joyful and the sorrowful. ย Writing is meant to be interpreted by our own experiences and life. ย I would love to know how this poem speaks to you๐Ÿ’–

      Our Guiding Light

      Sometimes I feel lost,
      And a little bit scared,
      Like I am invisible,
      And no one could care.

      Iโ€™m closed and down,
      With a lump in my throat,
      I see no escape,
      Like this path is my fate.

      Suddenly I look up,
      The sky is so magnificent and blue,
      Something inside me unfolds,
      It has a radiant golden hue.

      My breath begins to settle,
      The fear quickly subsides,
      Like Iโ€™ve been touched,
      by an angel inside.

      I feel it around me,
      It has such strength and grace,
      It helps me to realize,
      I am worth more than I could embrace.

      When sadness feels raw,
      There is a place within me,
      That lets the emotions run clear,
      And allows me to be free.

      It is soft and yet powerful,
      The essence of our soul,
      Flowing around all of us,
      Gently guiding us to become whole.

      By: Lisa Michelle K

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