~ Children Running our Shadows Down, the Long Roads of Forever ~

I recall a time when we drove underneath a shiny moon, with fire in our souls. The men, Lucinda and me, Michaele Ruby were riding and sharing Christmas whiskey, in the backseat of Grandad’s beat up truck. The luminous elixir shook and shone, in moon lit glass, upon our cotton print dresses set in motion by the… Continue reading ~ Children Running our Shadows Down, the Long Roads of Forever ~

~ All Warriors, Seers, Executors of the Forgotten Promise ~

~ He, the One who has given me everything, walks before me; in light that hides in dark places of the forest ~ TFB ~Do not be afraid of them, for there is nothing concealed that will not be disclosed, or hidden that will not be made known…what I tell you in the dark speak… Continue reading ~ All Warriors, Seers, Executors of the Forgotten Promise ~

‘The Weight of Wings in a Dark Forest’

    ‘The Weight of Wings in a Dark Forest’ The Lady of dust and woods, creates thoughts in dreams, upon the weight of wings in a dark forest. Thoughts that shimmer and drape, silk white aether, on the cindered soil of forgotten leaf dust. She, the one they call when shadows no longer follow… Unfolds… Continue reading ‘The Weight of Wings in a Dark Forest’

The Child always feels the Power of Presence and its Place among the Living, in our Time of Knowing.

As a child, that always ran towards the sun, I look for things that can never be found. I reach out to ones that have no answer- I see their smiling love, joyful laughter, like whispers in the wind… They are fleeting moments; in a locked time piece. I can hear the distant clock chime,… Continue reading The Child always feels the Power of Presence and its Place among the Living, in our Time of Knowing.

The Lightning Walnut Tree

  I stand small, in the summer of my innocence, beneath the ancient, lumbering, struck walnut tree. The shimmery, amber haze of thick Summer sun, hypnotizes me; I dream of a silver winged storm that struck a jagged and cavernous rip down through the black walnut tree above me. Moving on the lazy porch swing… Continue reading The Lightning Walnut Tree

Angel Blue Perfume LLC is so Proud to Support Green Zone Hero, to be a part of Military and Veteran Friendly Business Community !

Thank you John Krotec at Green Zone Hero, for the opportunity to be a part of this special community that supports Military and Veteran based businesses! I am honored to do so at Angel Blue Perfume! At Angel Blue Perfume, we pride ourselves on creating some of the finest, holistic, non-toxic perfumes and colognes in… Continue reading Angel Blue Perfume LLC is so Proud to Support Green Zone Hero, to be a part of Military and Veteran Friendly Business Community !

Happy Independence Day, America ! Thank you to all of the Brave Men & Women, Past and Present Military, For Our Freedoms

It is with the most grateful of hearts that we give thanks to so many brave souls who have come before us, with the dream of a free Nation under God. A Sovereign Nation, as a shining light to all others, as children of God; to not live under the yoke of another! __ Tommie Flannery Baskis “They… Continue reading Happy Independence Day, America ! Thank you to all of the Brave Men & Women, Past and Present Military, For Our Freedoms

At Angel Blue Perfume LLC, We Create Enchantment with Natural, Artisan Crafted Perfumes & Colognes without Toxins!

One will discover in Angel Blue Perfume, all natural, mysterious and lovely notes. I love to select plant essences that are truly sensual and mysterious! I enjoy the harmony of essences and creating a story that unfolds upon ones skin that is sensual, earthy and ethereal. Each of my scents has a special story that is very unique upon the skin of the… Continue reading At Angel Blue Perfume LLC, We Create Enchantment with Natural, Artisan Crafted Perfumes & Colognes without Toxins!

Early Town, the Carnival Lady and An Attic of Secrets

  Early Town, the Carnival Lady and An Attic of Secrets The days set slow in Early Town where shadows arrange in mysterious shapes under hazy trees of late summer. I walk along a dry path; a dusting of cinnamon shimmer rises and settles in a traveling breeze across the field of milkweed and yarrow.… Continue reading Early Town, the Carnival Lady and An Attic of Secrets

Dreams from the Wood Porch

‘Dreams From the Wood Porch’   A stirring of rust colored leaves rise ethereal with clay dust, as the girl child dances under the hazy sun of the afternoon heat. Not yet Angel gold dipped in sin and prayer, her tinkling laughter is matched by the cicada drone that beats with hypnotic fervor. He rocks… Continue reading Dreams from the Wood Porch