Find Your Rhythm

Leave the safe shore, trust your strength, and engage your core. Listen to your intuition and know that you are supported. Enjoy your own company. Enjoy the process. ✌🏻 ~Michele my image, Solana Beach, California © 2023 MyInspiredLife

the Fine Print

A dreamer with a camera had to snap a picture. A poetic writer can't leave the quote at that... Working on dreams will cause you to lose your mind. the fine print Dreaming about dreams is hopeful and sustaining, but getting them done does require getting lost...             from self-doubt             from excuses             from (temporary) sanity             from …

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Ripples in the Deep

Come to me with a full thimble or a leaking pail, either will do How you arrive is less important than what transpires between me and you Under armor, dull I see your potential Your tarnished shield will shine and your edges, once blunt, will now delicately slice through limiting beliefs and life's limitless nonsense …

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On the edge

Being on the edge can be many things, including where hope finds its way in. ✨ Bask in it. ✌🏻 ~ Michele my image, La Jolla, California © 2023 MyInspiredLife

my inspired blog back story

I wanted so much to just disappear; I did not want to talk to anyone, but most people need their goodbyes. I have had too many of them to need any more. "What are you going to do?" she asked me, as I was rolling my last cart of personal belongings to my car. Dammit, …

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from the Trail

morning tug of war a primordial mind pulling me down where it is safe, and the space is warm the seeking mind ultimately wins pulling me toward a path that pushes air through my lungs, blood into my legs, and thoughts into my waking brain …………………… How many times I’ve passed him I’ve lost track …

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Golden Hour

A date with the Divine – each morning I rise to greet the golden sun; she and I become one. She and I entwined, we reach for the outstretched hand of my higher self. Never quite touching, but a little closer each day. A symphony of winged melodies surrounds the silence within. Each encounter sublime, …

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I Hear the Quiet Outside

I heard silence in place of the bell that continued to ring, although no children were nearby to hear it sing. The constant chiming, reminding me many things over the last three weeks, now quiet. The silence that remains inspired the following lines.