July 29, 2014 - Kona
"Where have my words gone? Replaced by repettitive actions, cyclical worries, spinning mind. I miss holding a pen to paper, the tap of the keyboard, watching the letters twirl into words. The place in me where these words come from is pure Source. Well maybe not pure, but certainly less sensored than my daily life of spirals. Tapping into it is the getting out of my own way. "
I am so pleased that I have touched back into my Source and am once again settling into the rhythm of the tapping of keys on my keyboard and expressing my words. I am so grateful to have this place for expression as the sun beats on my open heart and my eyes gaze across the incredible nature before me.