Boy Walden
Tag: divine feminine
Summer Solstice βοΈ Tivoli River


Wednesday.

The question… So, What Now? What are you going to do for the rest of your life?
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Oh Boy. Here we go! October is going to be wild. ππ£π
Full Moon in Leo.

Full Moon in Leo… with a green orb to boot. Take me back to a place in my heart where my inner child can run freely…
Back to the witness that is the soul… that has no age. Stepping out my comfort zone… teaching little kids yoga and roaring with lions breath…
Or to be like a King… a Loin king and anoint me with myrrh and frankincense… with a little bit of golden ylang ylang.
Take me to the place where my heart can be wild and free. π
Sign of the Times.
Horses Run Wild & Free

There is an important difference between dwelling in misery and understanding that on the path of healing things will come up that sometimes cause us to feel the old emotions and patterns that we are working on letting go.
There is great power in honoring the reality of our current emotions – not feeding them or making them worse but simply recognizing that this is what has arisen in this present moment and that this will also change. When οΏΌwe create this space within ourselves – a space of calmness that is undisturbed by the storm – the storm tends to pass more quickly.
Practicing such profound honesty within ourselves helps in all facets of internal and external life – there is no real freedom without honesty, and without honesty, there can be no peace of mind.
Healing ourselves isn’t about constantly feeling bliss; being attached to bliss is a bondage of its own. Trying to force ourselves to be happy is counterproductive, because it suppresses the sometimes tough reality of the moment, pushing it back within the depths of our being, instead of allowing it to arise and release.
– Yung Pueblo, Inward
Am Writing
And feelin’ good. In the flow… becoming clear… and preparing for my biggest year yet. 2020. I got you! β€οΈKelly

Loosen thy Pen.

Writing. God. The writing.
The exchange of words. The words. Nothing makes me feel more alive than writing.
When I was in college I took a couple creative writing classes. I debated on minoring in creative writing or printmaking but ended up doing neither… mostly because a single class was nearly 4 grand at SCAD. But really I was just a little chicken nugget and didn’t want to pay it back…
I’m still paying back what I have accrued.
But… the lessons I learned in my days in art school has served me well…
Ps. I’m finally writing my book…