I will be like water,
soft and smooth at morning sunrise;
Tumbling stones to laugh and play,
pearly waves to move the day.
Long winding streams to show the way.
I will be like water, soft and kind;
With raging rapids, to discern what is mine.
I will be like water, reflect the sun in a warm soft hugh.
I will be like water, and water like you.
May the spirit of the water heal and cleanse you.
Jessica Lauren Iulianella
I found a Journal of last year and opened to about a year ago…a day in July…..L:
“”Out for a walk early in James Bay; the world feels different now, even when you go out to do the regular things you did before.
I find such pleasure in the flowers this time of year, and I delight in seeing the Bees enjoy them as well. Reaching the ocean at the edge of dallas rd feels like Heaven, such fresh expansive air.
Then home for a “Nonna’s Lunch” of tomato, garlic and zucchini, all warmed in the frying pan with olive oil, salt and a can of tuna I recently bought at FIG; a Mediterranean deli that is giving me inspiration these days.
I almost bought plates and tea and coffee set at V.V .Boutique. But No. I am glad I didn’t. They didn’t feel right.
I’m just loving my dining table I found second hand; it makes me happy, and my home happy.
Also, my senses are falling in love with the smells around me. Fresh cut mint and chives, new sea salt body lotion, and burning incense: vanilla, frankincense yummm. I’m feeling taken and in Love. And It’s just after noon:) “
What is the song of your heart dear song bird,
what is the song of your heart?
What makes your feet sing,
your hands animate?
And your voice
Smooth
Strong
Steady.
what is it that brings your heart into motion
and lights your Flame
that was your gift at birth.
So Remember…
……You don’t need permission to Dance.
I think we all just want to be seen for the light that we are – me, Jessica Lauren Iulianella
“I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me, too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it’s true I’m here, and I’m just as strange as you.
-Frida Kahlo
