bee my honey

We all love a good story. We sit around a campfire and tell stories. We sit in a large, dark, room full of strangers just to see/hear a good story. As our friend  Abraham-Hicks says, “The story. . .the story!”  This is a story in dance:

enlightenment isn’t for sissies

We are bundles of juicy, ecstatic, razor-sharp, and potent feelings.

And we could stuff all that power behind a blush, but where’s the fun in that?

sirensRead all about it. Here.