Sunday Ride

Goodbye Starman

A fond farewell to my dear hero of change.

Dance

“Dance, when you’re broken open. Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you’re perfectly free.”

— Rumi

Awake

“And after years of wanting to be the princess, she finally became the priestess”

— awake woman

Nativity

Angels of Friendship

Love this message on Anam Cara from Michael Meade passed along by a dear friend. Friends of the deep self remind you of your gifts and meaning. 

I am a Forest

“I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.”

— Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra

Via: Centre for Applied Jungian Studies

Rain Room Magic

LACMA