Oh my gosh, or rather God… something came to me just now as I listened to the poem and watched the video again. It’s uncanny but in a good way. I got up out of bed to take a photo. I’ll tell you both tomorrow. ✨
You're intuiting my next collab with Amy and Tonika, OMGdess ;-)
Speaking of uncanny, a friend who shares the woo-woo just took her friend's ashes to a remote beach in FL. She, her daughter and another friend decided to walk to a remote space. When they got there, someone had left roses for the goddess of the sea. The deceased had left 3 cigarettes in her last pack and though none of them smoked, it was only fitting. And they made vodka and sodas, pouring one into the ashes while they waited for the tide to take her out. They had a strong sense of her presence that showed up in ways that even the friend, a very non woo-woo guy said, "I think there's something going on."
After he flew back, he texted my friend that there was a hurricane coming and she might want to leave early. She looked it up and sure enough, Hurricane Debby. The name of their friend.
A beautiful collaboration, Tonika.
Love just wants expression through loving beings. It's a wonderful thing .🌊❤️💧
It does feel like exactly what we're here for. What a pleasure to get to do something so joyful.
Lovely of you to put it that way. But you would know, you loving drop of love. 💕 thank you, Kathleen!
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Gorgeous! Thanks a lot! I'll share!
I'm so happy you enjoyed it, Jen. I feel like my poem found its home.
You're so talented!! Tonika too! Yes, your beautifull poem found its home! Definitely! It touched my heart and I listened to it several times.
🙏 Thank you, Jen!
You're welcome, Ton! You're talented!
Oh my gosh, or rather God… something came to me just now as I listened to the poem and watched the video again. It’s uncanny but in a good way. I got up out of bed to take a photo. I’ll tell you both tomorrow. ✨
You're intuiting my next collab with Amy and Tonika, OMGdess ;-)
Speaking of uncanny, a friend who shares the woo-woo just took her friend's ashes to a remote beach in FL. She, her daughter and another friend decided to walk to a remote space. When they got there, someone had left roses for the goddess of the sea. The deceased had left 3 cigarettes in her last pack and though none of them smoked, it was only fitting. And they made vodka and sodas, pouring one into the ashes while they waited for the tide to take her out. They had a strong sense of her presence that showed up in ways that even the friend, a very non woo-woo guy said, "I think there's something going on."
After he flew back, he texted my friend that there was a hurricane coming and she might want to leave early. She looked it up and sure enough, Hurricane Debby. The name of their friend.
Wow, I love stories like that. Reminds me of the connection between all of us.
Uhm… I second the goosebumps. Whoa!! What a story!!
That is just astonishing. Goosebumps and big smiles over here...
Uncanny? Oh? Looking forward to hearing about it. :)
I’ll maybe write a piece about it… 😬
Dooooo iiiiiiit!