You wanna know healing?

Just a few minutes of play time with someone special will help open your heart. Play and open your heart to access healing. Smile, laugh often and help others smile and laugh. Dance and sing cause you want to and when you want to. Come with me on this journey of healing.  Dominik here to brighten your day. ​​Read more

Wander

Here’s to the souls that yearn for movement and to the girls that dance to the beat of their own tune. Stretching their voices to be heard by their songs, by their touch and by their hearts which speak the language of movement.To the girls that wander to see, hear and feel the poetry in everything. To the magnificence of the oceans blue to the tall dance of sea grass as it whispers in the wind. Hold your freedom inRead more

Unpredictable

Fate is an unpredictable mistress. She paints a world of shadows. I stood against her and her tides of despair. Fanning the fields of hope, realizing that she was a joke, that I was the joke. Painted faces reflect in the mirror, a golden man lie on my shore His cascading smile, iridescent liquid pearls bleed across my breast. No elbow room at his feeding trough. Ironing wrinkled fields of disenchantment. Writing notes of the joke which is she. StoriesRead more

We Blew Bubbles and then…

Hello everyone, I mentioned in an earlier post about living in the moment and that I might be blowing bubbles and flying kites. Well we did blow bubbles and my little guy here loves hunting Easter eggs so much that we kept on long after the hunt was over, as you can see in these videos. It is the little things in life which bring my heart pure joy – this little boy. To heal it is important to searchRead more

July

July 18, 2016 I wondered what it was like for you that day. How it must have felt as the raging river sucked you in smashing the violets in your pocket. I wondered how it felt when the river bottoms bone crushing grip around your neck raped you of your youth. How did it feel when your home was being invaded by a squatter holding your lungs for ransom? I wondered what you must’ve felt inside as death’s icy gripRead more

Poetry Cafe

If I were to write a little story about the man, it would start a little something like this: He stood behind the microphone his poetry smooth, his smile opalescent pearls of liquid white gleamed as his eyes caught mine, his magic had caught me. In this moment I knew that this man, this tall dark and handsome was for me as his velvety words rolled off his tongue straight into my heart.Read more

This Man

September 2016 I said the eyes are the window to the soul. He said baby, come get freaky with me. Be free baby and set your heart free with me he whispered to my soul. Let me be your first come get your freak on with me. Just be free baby, be free.  Read more