Cut me open and see all of me.

Internal words travelling through my mind not aligned with the words that travel through my body.

My body.

My body yearning for love, not just any love.

Sacred love.

The love that never goes away.

Only grows.

Even when it doesn’t feel good, you know it’s still sacred love.

No mud. No lotus.

Wavering and wobbling…

Tapping into the big V

Looking for connection

Creativity

Something

When the words don’t want to flow…

Intuition says yes.

But the words don’t come…

That’s not conducive to how it should work surely?

When the words ran out, yet you still want to tell a story.

Creator.

Me.

Sacred love is not hard.

Sacred love means telling a story in a way that excites you and sometimes scares you at the same time.

Sacred love is knowing the story can be told without words….

Pictures that words can’t express,

Evoking emotion.

The trickle and resonance of whispers….

We’re here,

Waiting,

Patiently,

Beyond your words,

When the words ran out,

A picture says a thousand words.

The camera does lie.

When we look past the smudges and beauty in a box.

When we notice how we feel when we watch a video…

Can you feel their heart?

Can you see their soul shining in their eyes?

You can feel the words travel through your body.

Buy from a place that feels good…

It doesn’t make you less then,

More then,

Limited,

Stupid,

Doubtful,

Like time will run out.

Say no to scarcity and urgency.

Lead with heart, buy with heart.

Sacred love.

JOIN ME!