we wear the mask.

We Wear the Mask

We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties.
Why should the world be over-wise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
       We wear the mask.
We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
But let the world dream otherwise,
       We wear the mask!


Stay postured for a miracle. The miraculous is all about us. Everywhere we turn there are miracles happening. The key is to remain in a posture to experience and receive the miraculous. A posture of gratitude, wonder and belief. Belief in what you ask? If you want to experience the miraculous you have to believe in magic. ✨


Abracadabra is Hebrew for I create as I speak. perhaps ponder this:

What miracles am I creating with my words?

spoiler alert: if you already know for sure how it will go, the miraculous will not have much room to WOW you.

Be wowed! Peace.

A word!

“For nothing can be received until the place is prepared for it to enter. And you can only give what you have been willing to receive. If you receive a drop of water into your glass, that is all that you can give to another. But he that receives all, gives all. And he that gives all, receive tenfold more.”

Open your hands and your heart and experience the fullness thereof.


light and dark.

light and dark.

been thinking a lot about the contrast, the relationship, the duality. Listening to Rev.Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr (I love to write his name full out, especially after reading FBI letters where he was addressed by his last name as they would not dignify his titles, and even then they still had to call that man KING! *shout* But I digress.) I was listening to the speech Unfulfilled Dreams where he spoke on the light and dark that inevitably lives within each of us.

light and dark in the world. light and dark within my own spirit. It’s really a beautiful balancing duality. Too bad we labeled it good and bad, that label haunts us forever. We prejudge, shy away from, or even become scared of or intimated by the dark.

I’m vowing to spend time honoring the dark. The shadow. The beauty. And how perfect that I sit under the sky during the new moon basking in the possibilities that can only be created in the dark. It really is the essence of creativity.

I am light and perhaps even more so, I am dark.