Land of the Earth-born Spirit

Vedauwoo, Wyoming - Land of the Earthborn Spirit - Arapaho word "bito'o'wu" meaning "earth-born".
Vedauwoo, Wyoming – Land of the Earthborn Spirit – Arapaho word “bito’o’wu” meaning “earth-born”.

“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you did not do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.”
~Mark Twain

Believe in the Beauty of your Dreams

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Be the Flower that Blooms in Adversity

Flower that blooms in adversity

Lost

Olmstead State Park

I am homesick for a place
that I am not sure even exists.
One where my heart is full,
and my soul understood.
~ http://www.pensouls.com

Happiness ……

Happiness

Happiness held is the seed ….. Happiness shared is the flower.

It’s not good to keep things “bottled” up

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You are the true author of your story

Discover what lies ahead

Moon Jelly

This is one of my photos of a Medusa Luna del Pacifico (Moon Jelly) from my trip to Monterey, California. I fell in love with the Moon Jellies because they may ride the currents for a while, but when they need to, they pulse forward – never looking back. The unknown may be scary, but never discovering what lies ahead is even more frightening.

Spring Walk on the Golden Gate Bridge

Spring Walk on the Golden Gate Bridge

Still I rise

Megz Mayo Angelou

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
~ Maya Angelou