I sit here, on top of a glittery rock in Central Park and feel the wind as it dishevels my hair into a perfect style, the sun, as it tints my cheeks golden, almost making me look as if I have blushed...
In my dark cinnamon way.
My heart beats through my smile and my everything I want to share, and my nothing, is mine to keep. My nothing I owe, to only me.
I remind myself that I am essence, I am whole--not a martyr but an explorer, and the tools that I've collected along the way I have birthed with tears and joy. With good bye's and hello's. An ancient philosopher once said something like: a man is not the results of the events of his life, but rather the way he choses to see the events.

I am new every day. Some may call me fool, weak, too forgiving, too naive. I don't want to be buried with possessions or with hatred, I don't want to let fear drive my ship, or let myself dwell too long in the whys. I want to live, to thrive, to dance, to laugh, to give...yes, giving makes me happy. Giving gives me more.  A man who plays the piano in the city carries with him a sign that reads: "you owe it to yourself to do something remarkable with your life."  I need to remember to tip him one of these days.
My life happens every day, not in the future, now, not tonight.
"Present has two meanings, the here and now and gift."
I want to never forget that.

-Jenniffer Turpeau

What did you do today that grounded you? Balanced you? Enabled you to hear your breath?

Listen to your core and find happiness beyond what anyone or anything can.

To Your Health...

Green Smoothie

Kale

Parsley

Pear

Banana

Almond milk

Hemp protein

Cinnamon

Superfood Sunday!