Simply, becoming free
Choose to play, to evolve in sovereignty...
I choose to play
I choose to create every now in the day
From a place of sanctuary
Creating my security
When I became wary of the ways unaligned
The invaluable signs unfolding
All times spirit told me to recenter myself
Led me to achieve this new point
I turned my heart and cheek to this new chapter
Comprised of rapid growth and rapture
I chose to seek the support
To become on my time
To see what I need
All along
Just to be
And so it is, I am free
I am free to believe in me
I am free to see and conceive my dreams
All in, to my reality
With ease, joy, grace and glory
About the Creator
Kenna
A Creator in manifestation. Through writing, I allow suffering to be dissolved in love.
I’m a beacon of peace, bliss and empowerment.
All my creations and life experiences express the courage within my being and reflects your own within.
Sally Lightfoot
Galapagos crabs scrambling over lava rocks Called Sally Lightfoot The bright orange crabs are called Sally Lightfoot (Grapsus grapsus). Per the Galapagos Conservation Trust: "Sally Lightfoot crabs are brightly-coloured coastal scavengers, found in the Galapagos Islands and across the western coast of South and Central America. They have an extremely generalist diet, feeding on anything from sea lion placenta to other crabs. This makes them an important part of the ecosystem, as they provide services such as keeping the shore clean of any organic debris and eating ticks off marine iguanas. They are rumoured to have been named after a Caribbean dancer, due to their agility in jumping from rock to rock, their ability to run in four directions, and their capacity to climb up vertical slopes."
By Andrea Corwin 5 days ago in Poets
The Devil's Triangle
The sails ruffled in the breeze as we cruised along. The Sea Breeze was a mid-size catamaran that sailed out of Royal Naval Dockyard in Bermuda. We had booked this trip weeks in advance and were now looking at our Captain, Spike and two boat hands. Paddy and Wilson seemed like nice guys, joking around with the passengers and telling us some stories about Bermuda that only locals would know. Their island accents sounded almost British but they were pleasant to listen to.
By Barbara Gode Wiles7 days ago in Fiction
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