In the changing tides we find ourselves in, we are being confronted by the old paradigm.

The ghosts of the way things were done before.

The outdated ways of dealing with them, the thoughts, and ideas of the past.

The beliefs that kept us held to a way that was never our choosing.

The maps and blueprints used by a previous generation.

In the Middle of a Dream

Posted By Ara on Jul 27, 2016

She lay there in the wake of another world still tangled with the threads of all she could not wash away.

How to arise from a beautiful dream, she wondered.

How to pull the sweet gossamer strands of sleep from one's eyes and the aching yearning of recollection it brings.

Could one every truly awaken?

A Once Foreign Shore

Posted By Ara on Jul 27, 2016

It was the dance of love.

Two whole beings broken open in sweet surrender and merged in a dance of embodied fervor; passion resonating wildly through every fiber of one's spirit.

It was soul deep connection; a recognizing through endless layers of time that settled itself upon new bones.

It was a temple of holy worship.

In the Scatter of Her Stars

Posted By Ara on Jul 25, 2016

My love is not of this world, she thought.

Instead it was woven of a time so long ago and strings not yet formed. They were tied somewhere over the horizons edge pulling like a silver thread to her heart.

She could hear the wordless strumming in her soul like a beacon singing in the distance and she often wondered where it was leading her.

Homeward Bound

Posted By Ara on Jul 17, 2016

The subject of home has been on my mind a lot lately.

When we spend a whole existence wandering on the seas of life and sailing at times uncertain waters, we can become lost at sea.

We can feel the pull on our compass towards some distant horizon which calls to fill an ache in our hearts, a deep yearning for a place we may have never known before.