Saved By A Bead

 There's just no way for me to write a rant that would adequately express the disgust and anger and hurt and humiliation I, along with most of the world it seems, feel towards this current administration.  

So I make bracelets.

Read or hear a new lie?

Make a bracelet.

Read or hear the latest disgrace?

Make a bracelet.

Beads, in all honesty, may be saving my sanity.

Peaceful Beading to Resistance Beading

 And, in the blink of an eye, my bracelets went from sweet to salty.

Welcome to my studio aka our sunroom

I think I now have a new hobby.  

This may be what I'll be doing during those 3 a.m. wake-ups when I can't get back to sleep.

Making pretty little Fuck Trump bracelets.

tee hee

Whatever works - Right?!

Today.

 Today I will have a peaceful day.

Choosing creativity over reading, watching, listening to the news.

We are, absolutely, allowed to experience joy while the world around us spins out of control.

Feeding our souls and replenishing our spirits are gentle, positive acts of resistance.  

Necessary.

Today I choose to create.

I love trying my hand at something new.  

The newest is finally getting around to making beaded bracelets.  Late to the game, but better late than never.  And - It's fun!

(Please my excuse my raggy hair.  Yes, it is in need of a good cut.  Yes, it could use a brushing.  We're pretty laid back here, so if my hair doesn't get brushed we pretend not to notice . . .   Besides.  I've got important stuff to do!  Bracelets to bead!  and, you know, stuff . . . )

The world is on fire and has gone crazy.

But, home is a place of calm.

And the place where I remember to breathe

❤ ❤ ❤ 

Orange Energy

       by Stephanie

All I want to do is delight—

Throw the mask off,

Not care and not worry,

Not explain what I mean nor

Define what I do.

Just be whatever I feel like being.

Just relish in the energy of this moment.

I want to be so alive that

I feel like the moon,

Throwing tides just for fun,

Creating because it’s what I’m

Here to do.

I want to love the color orange,

Just because it craves delight too.

I want to cry because

I’m so in love with the miracle of

Being alive.

I don’t want to feel like I’m

Striving.

I want to try and feel like I’m

Flying.

I want to write the poetry,

Read the poetry, and

Breathe the poetry.

I want my life to be a

Beautiful,

Messy mosaic that even I

Can’t help but fall in love with.

Create! Create!

I feel the winds of fury

Blowing through me.

Even my bones are smiling.

I hear my veins pulsing with

Desire, like branches

Dancing in the breezes.

Wildflowers are waving and

The ocean blossoms with a new idea.

Crazy and beautiful is

How I want my life to feel.

Let it be. Let it be.

I write to be free.

I read to tap in.

I absorb the poetry.

And so it shall be.

And now I am this energy.

💝  💝  💝 

Counting the days . . .

 and the euros . . .

Breaking into Monsieur Piggy for euros for my upcoming trip.

Hmmmm . . . not as much here as I thought   😒