“Love is an infinite power” —#FACT Just sippin’ my tea. As humans, we are not perfect. We don’t always go about solving problems in the best way possible—well that’s okay, neither does the Fantastic Four…I mean is it just my vision or do superheroes tend to destroy just as much of their cities fighting the same crime that is destroying the cities, eh. Somedays we even manage to unintentionally neglect those who are closest to us leaving rifts to be mended. Often we are simply too hasty while making passionate decisions that can cause us future grief—and not to mention real and
“The creation of a thousand forests is in one acorn.” —Ralph Waldo Emerson Frankie plucks life from a jar. You are one individual, but the magnitude of your existence and the necessity for your spirit here and now are unfathomable by the unenlightened and untapped soul. —Peace and Love as always Kings and Queens— …♥Egypt♥…
Yesterday, I closed my eyes, reached into our #Teaspiration jar, and I said to the universe and all of my celestial consorts “give me something that not only I need, but something we all need.” I wiggle my fingers around in the hodgepodge of teabag tags smiling like a child in a candy store. I plucked from the jar the first one that found its way between my index and middle fingers. I flipped it over, and there in my hands I found “comfort”; nothing more, nothing less. — Egypt’s musing The latter accepted, who doesn’t need comfort?
“If you truly love nature, you will find beauty everywhere.” —Vincent Van Gogh Frank draws while talking politics. When we open up our eyes and allow ourselves to see that the world we live in and the lives we possess mimic nature and all of its extremities, we will realize that it is so much easier to just go with the flow of things and not in opposition. Love You All. —♥E
I rose up out of the darkness. And there was never another flower to bloom in the manner I did, nor any others which could merely hope to rise as vibrant, and with as much fiery, or to be as delicate as the two who rose in the years after I emerged from the rich Earth. —✽ E. E.✽— Songs in the Key of Saponi © 2016 E. ENGLISH PUBLISHING GROUP
“pause” —our wall of teabag tags The hardest thing for most people to do nowadays is pause or take a break from life’s hustle and bustle. This is understandable because for many people work and tons of other activities that feel like work consume our livelihoods leaving us with very little time to live, catch a breathe, much less catch enough Zzz’s to offset the need to run off of the usual two cups of coffee. So how do you PAUSE . . . pull NIKE’s move and “Just Do It!”. Seriously, we know we can’t just take a break
One. Two steps. Now take two back. I catch a glimpse of you —mid pondering the formulas that sometimes often drift pass your visions. Beaming thoughts spill from your cranium, I watch the stress lines shifting to make room for the invisible tears that streak your face. I stare pass your orbitals to catch a flicker of your soul, but I still— after all these centuries chasing shooting stars across a speckled abyss together, and even after half a decade of forging memories into the celestialsphere to relive a thousand years from now; I still cannot read
“A relaxed mind is a creative mind.” —Egypt draws again I had become anxious in mind, body, and spirit —anxious in the midst of my cloudiness because I could no longer see my path vibrantly and clearly. “Out of Control” — ♥ Yours Truly This week has just been. That is about all one can say in regard to the happenings of the last 5 days. Frank and I began the transition from Week 17 to Week 18 with stresses running rampant. Frank seemed to receive the sweeter end of the deal because his stresses have been limited to more
Yes, you’re looking at it—I know, I know it doesn’t look like much right now, but that there is the Love Shack, or what’s left of it anyway. What started out as The Shoppe— a place for my madre to get her designing and sewing done in peace, slowly but surely turned into the chill spot where family and friends could crash on the couch, play video games and down Welch’s juice drinks, a bag cheesy doodles or two, and even grab a paint brush and Picasso the walls. Yet, for Frank and I what is now known today as the Love