prayer flag paragraph…

i cut my hair off and it feels so good!  in yoga i knew i had to do it.  felt the desire surge through my soul.  got home and chop chop.  realized i am not a long hair person. my hair long is very temperamental and heavy and hard to take care of.  short, my hair is spunky, light and free.  my dad says it’s italian looking, i like that.  i like the thought of being italian for a change.  activating venus is the name of the game.  romantic living.  eating himalayan food and talking.  walking through the streets, after all these years, still in wonder at how i got here.  how i woke up one day (in vegas) and said, “seattle.”  feeling nourished with awe.  heart raw and expanding through the feeling that all is meant to be, even the shadows and suffering….and from this foundation, we grow.  having faith i will be shown the way of how to give, inspire, and root ideas into the soil, that i am here to bring through.  new moon phase.  seeding ideas.  the mud ball churning in its shell, into a pearl.   soul in her transformation.  2015, are you really here?  how quickly you arrived.  how fast live dives into tomorrow, while yesterday watches from a lounge chair.  relics build like feathers on the alter of wishes from a child’s dream, blown away with ease and sorrow.  dragons blood burning off the tension of what was not resolved between yesterday and tomorrow. each new morning, a treasure.  dreams again last night of stormy weather, nearly missing planes, london, hotels, friends, and birthdays.  don’t know how to end this blog.  a prayer flag eroding in the sky…like this…