An Other World – Pink Moon

I dreamed I sat in stillness on a covered dock. The circular motion of my breath pulled me inward and outward at the same time, like the flow of the tides. A Pink Moon rose, accompanied by the faint music of stars, and each breath solidified my awareness. Of wonder. Of connection. Of oneness.

An Other World – Electric Blue Moon

I dreamed of an electric blue moon, its shapes and shadows reflected against a velvet sky. On a ship with spiral sails and mirrored oars I sailed, wondering if I, too, reflected that celestial beauty.


Inspiration, where does it come from? Listening. Reading. Writing. Playing. Observing. Talking out ideas. Inspiration comes from doing, even if what you’re doing is watching the clouds drift by.     Posted with Blogsy

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