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Monday, January 18, 2010

I gotta feelin' that this year's gonna be a good, good year!




My Letter to Your Toes


Dear toes,

Blessed pillars, be guardians

Hold steady;

Love my beloved,



Make every shoe’s embrace a silent grace

in well being’s natural obeisance

to your owner,



Then carry it along on the unseen ship

to ride the magic cloud, the gleaming mist



Taste the path first in sleep and find it sweet

Weave the day the night before inlaying the entire feet

in gold frames of the unchangeable rising fortune

renewed future hallowed steps make opportune



Dear toes,

Blessed pillars, be guardians

Hold steady;

Love my beloved.

Natasha Ashwe (c) 2010

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

I CAN FEEL IT

I feel like I’m about to explode!
Everything is completely certain, I’m on the verge of something so incredibly wonderful my mind cannot even grasp its magnitude, its momentum.
All the signs lie in place; everything has been drafted out perfectly. There is absolutely no doubt. It is done.
Wonderful magic is just excellently springing forth. I’m like, looking over my shoulder, glancing about, bursting with excitement, exquisitely curious as to where it will manifest from, totally clueless from which direction, but certain.
The Universe around me is tingling. I am opening the doors in my life, peeping through key holes, listening through walls, dying with anticipation; feeling the rumbling and tremors of promise.
The magic is done. It’s coming, and it’s huge.