fantasy max

I think this little girl is a bride! She has red hair and takes extreme good care of it - her her is magical and has "powers". She is a very stylish creature: her wedding dress is "vintage", top to bottom, carefully meaningful chosen pieces. She pays enormous attention to detail.....

It has been said that she is never in a bad mood, which is of course not true, since she is human. But she has a trick: if things begin to get black, she hops under a shower and washes the bad mood away. It has been known to have worked so far.

She is definitely a worrier, but her smile disguises it well from the more superficial observer.

This little girl can be quite funny in moments of crisis: she always tries to remember there is always an EXIT, even if sometimes through a window!

given 10 seconds more...

...is what i would have said!

i can still post it here, though!

i knew it in my heart there was something!

nothing has changed how i feel!

it has been exactly three hours!

i cannot begin to imagine how you are!

don't try to "square things away"!

this time, "round them up" instead!

i am waiting for you!

conclusion

:-)

i love "horizontal" positions!

as it should be

...in my opinion...

Gustum non disputarum.

Las alas del deseo y las garras de la locura...

¿Seria yo verdaderamente una loca?

¿Y es lo que yo siento en serio deseo?

¿Qué pasa cuando uno todavia no está listo para morrir?

¿Cuando és el suicídio justificado?

how to...

Collages by CHRISTIAN LACROIX -

I so wish I didn't have to put words in my work!

You Two

High, higher than the sun
You shoot me from a gun
I need you to elevate me here,
At the corner of your lips
As the orbit of your hips
Eclipse, you elevate my soul

I've lost all self-control
Been living like a mole
Now going down, excavation
I and I in the sky
You make me feel like I can fly
So high, elevation

A star lit up like a cigar
Strung out like a guitar
Maybe you could educate my mind
Explain all these controls
I can't sing but I've got soul
The goal is elevation

A mole, living in a hole
Digging up my soul
Going down, excavation
I and I in the sky
You make me feel like I can fly
So high, elevation

Love, lift me out of these blues
Won't you tell me something true
I believe in you

A mole, living in a hole
Digging up my soul
Going down, excavation
I and I in the sky
You make me feel like I can fly
So high, elevation

Elevation...
Elevation...
Elevation...
Elevation...
Elevation...
Elevation...

there are NO coincidences

I am not here to "find", but rather

to "create" myself.

My power lies in practice. My life is a work of art in progress and my purpose is worthy of appreciation, attention, and effort. I am validated by doing my best to fulfill my intention and I take pride in my work. I am empowered by a vested interest and my asset is attention to detail.

If I stick to my principles, I can make discriminating, objective choices that can help me balance my life for a relationship with the reality of my obligations. Being honest in my own estimation of my position, I will accept the outcome, pay the price or reevaluate my expectations and convictions, so as to make appropriate adjustments.

i don't know what to do...

It is ironic that at the abundant banquet of life, most poor suckers are starving and trying to buy what should be had for free. Don't wanna be one of them. Must use this downtime to appreciate my current status, to make practical decisions that are based on the actual effort I am willing to expend and to reassess where my "relationship" is heading in the future. I know that what I value, protect and work at will eventually take on a life of its own and give back to me that which I have put in. Need to get real about the progress, priorities and quality of my love life, domestic situation and standard of living. Above all, have to keep it simple and not worry about what other people do.

...you have my heart tied with love...

apples & windows

So much choice,

so little of everything else!

red shoes

I WANT TO GO TO THE CIRQUE IN NEW YORK CITY ON THE 4TH OF FEBRUARY, 2010.

WITH YOU and NOBODY ELSE!

Awakening

At some point, you’ll be asked to love the unlovable, forgive
the unforgivable and bear the unbearable - and the reward
will be the pure joy in finally believing the unbelievable...
These are the conditions for your awakening.

Be Yourself

"They say, 'Be Yourself,' like you know exactly what that is ...like it's a mechanical thing ...like there's only that one way to pop out you. Well, maybe being ME isn't just one thing. Maybe just creating me is what it means to be me. Maybe being me is more like a full dictionary of varied meanings! .....Maybe I'll be one today, but tomorrow, who knows?...Maybe some days I simply won't be."

orchids

"If you're craving words like 'you're beautiful' or 'I love you', don't go without: tell them to yourself and believe them!"

(That is why they called her crazy!)

the magnet

*

"It's amazing that in a world filled with so many different people, living so many possibilities of lives, in such varied corners of the planet, YOUR one life can mean so much to mine!"

* "ar", in portuguese, means air.

judgement

Sometimes, when you run, people think you’re
running away. And that may be partially right...but sometimes
you’re trying to get to somewhere...get to a place
that will fill your soul with a love that says they’ve been
waiting just for you, and a forgiveness that doesn’t care
how you got there.

Words by Jodi Hills

men without colourful socks

The heart seeks sanctuary,

found not in the mind,

but only in another heart.

Art and text by Jodi Hills

windows and the other side

As I approached this oval window, I knew I had entered "all is
as it has to be"...

The shade of green in the "new" space, the marble setting and a calm-filled grace here, stops a bit of time and I sigh.

No more judgements, my emotional debts paid, I am held

in the believing, comforting, unconditional arms
of this place, and I am welcomed home.

I have met Myself.

a poderosa mulher de 45

i will walk where my own nature would be leading

EMILY BRÓNTE

the promised land

She scraped her knees on the promised land,
and washed the blood from her bullet-proof plan,
and said, “this grace may not be who I am,
but I’ll carry it with me,
through my winnings and woundings,
it will become my stride,
holding on the fray, letting go the pride,
and through it all -
joyful this ride,
as I carry it with me."

Text by Jodi Hills

serendipity

I love you, you old fart!

Put some fun between your legs!