Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

She ate beets and balsamic
Red Quinoa- safety was the reassurance
In avacados and health food drinks

Frozen blackberries

The dog understands
The clothes are for fall
Easy to figure out in the desert

Everything you do not wear here
So this is another timeline
My sons are men - on mother’s s
Day they are my babies

Flying with the beautiful girlfriend
Feeling so free
The wolves are not at the door
body has demanded attention

She Decided
That the most important thing was to smile
That song” this little light of mine.. I’m going to let it shine.”
Thank you

Traveling
Makes me pant
Rip the nicotine patch off and smoke a black American spirit

I see her face in cartoon
In paint
Like the stuff at the modern art museum why is she appearing in my minds eye like an intrusive answer to questions not asked yet
She is the one that always looked “nice” in a cheap dress
Always kind
Friendly

Make sure that you bring underwear- remember last time

creativesoul wrote: ↑

May 10th, 2018, 8:30 pm

Make sure that you bring underwear- remember last time

Crack me up!

The airport sent the wrong luggage
I opened it
It was underwear only
I had forgotten mine
It was in South America- the atacama desert - and my angels sent me panties

I wonder how much energy is stored in under garments
I bet some empathic people have a blast feeling that with their hands
The invisible person that came and went with panties

Still not sure where to send a thank you note
I suppose there are stories still yet untold
I know I am cared for.. by some inviable beautiful force that only Creator can discern?