Liquor-free Lilac Elixir

When a hummingbird's sipping their own version of warm tea from a lilac, never wonder why those birds are always fluttering their wings of freedom. It almost instinctively takes on fluttering freedom which lilac insights the qualities of.  Not all those who wander are lost, Tolkien might agree.

Sometimes, we all want to be alongside our earthly little fairies that remind us all of our inner god and goddesses. How about a nice glass of lilac elixir? Maybe it sounds as lovely as tea, or not, but your taste buds might enjoy both, hey - there’s always enough love to go around. Variations shift from teas to mocktails, ultimately whether you use white lilac as a means of purification, violet for inner connection, blue for peace or magenta to increase love, there’s a lilac for almost anything your heart desires.

START OFF with these few simple ingredients and you’ll have a quick way to create a dreamy lilac elixir.

¼ cup of crushed or whole lilacs

1/2 teaspoon agave syrup

½ cup of coconut oil

1 cup alkaline water

1/16 teaspoon of cinnamon (just sprinkle!)

Soak the lilacs in warm water for 20 minutes. Warm the coconut oil for no more than three minutes, after melting mix with the lilac infused water. Top it off with agave syrup. For an added flavor, sprinkle cinnamon on top and mix well.

Have fun creating. Believe in it and soon enough you’ll be sipping lilac drinks on the beach in Hawaii. Catch a lei!

Affirmations

I am grateful for the angels, archangels, ascended masters, spirit guide and my higher self along with any beings that have helped me along my journey. I am grateful for my family and all those in my life who have shown me genuine care and love. I am grateful for the light that resides within me. I am grateful to be on a path of connecting to my higher self. I am grateful for the spiritual abundance in my life. I am grateful for the financial abundance that I receive in my life. I am grateful for the food that fuels my body throughout the day. I am grateful to be able to connect with my body and the divine source through yoga, music, art, writing, dance and food. I am grateful that I am always protected. I am grateful that I always divinely guided. I am grateful for the great heart I have been given. I am grateful that I always have good intentions. I am grateful for my high morality. I am grateful for the love that emanates from my heart and being. I am grateful for the natural powers I have been gifted. I am grateful for healing and cleansing. I am grateful for spiritual, kind and loving people. I am grateful for connecting with positive beings and nature.

I take care of my mind, body and spirit. I connect with my creative energy. I work on connecting to what my intuition wants and following her divine guidance.  I feed my body with what it needs to sustain its best functioning capacity. I share my natural gifts with the world. I honor the divine feminine within me. I release any toxic and negative thoughts and emotions. Any negative views of me are irrelevant and unaffecting. I appreciate all the positive energy sent my way. I am proactive. I let go of relationships that do not serve my highest self. I forgive and choose positive expression of love. I have a partner I can talk to about things that are important to me, such as chakras, Ayurveda, food health benefits, auras and yoga poses. I have a career that I love. I travel often and money poses as a benefit for me. I am always financially abundant. I have a great relationship with myself. I am compassionate and appreciative. I am beautiful. I am always worthy and valuable. I validate and accept myself.

I see myself with a partner who recognizes and honors my divinity. I have a partner who values his spirituality and practices healing and cleansing. My partner shows me care, respect and loyalty. I have a partner who shows me unconditional love. Our energies are great together and great for each other. I have a partner who is loyal to me, physically, mentally and emotionally. I have a partner who holds healthy boundaries with women who are not his partner. I have a partner who is proud to be with me and lets others know he is taken. I have a partner who is emotionally open with me. I have a partner who cherishes me and values me very highly as one of the greatest women he has ever met. I have a partner who makes me feel wanted and loved. I have a partner that accepts me wholeheartedly. I have a partner I can do healing, Reiki, acupuncture and play crystal sound bowls with. My partner and I make each other a top priority while having healthy boundaries. My partner and I are supportive of each other. My partner and I have a meaningful connection. My partner and I practice gratitude and appreciation for each other. My partner and I trust each other. My partner and I pay attention to each other’s needs. My partner and I rise in love with each other’s energy. My partner and I are compassionate with each other. My partner and I may use sual energy to connect to cosmic divinity, unconditional love and as a space for healing each other. We transmit only positivity.

I am a successful business owner. My business makes me at least 50k per year. I am a constantly-booked model. I have a popular Instagram that grows in number daily. I am a certified yoga instructor. I am a writer and a blogger. I have a successful book published. I am a famous musician. I am great at hooping, guitar, origami, ukulele, writing, singing, dancing and anything else I try my hands at.

Open Letter to Lilaics

I've kissed open my own lotus to bloom yet more flowers remain to bud. I open my heart to the swaying of the wind and the way the sand has no direction beneath my toes. I surrender to the erupting laughter and let myself pinwheel in my dress with my arms spread wide. I kiss myself. With words. With thoughts, sometimes, and when I don't I hope I'll always step back and let ego have its function without taking over. I hug this tree I refuse to name the beauty of. It is limitless, nameless, speechless, yet it says so much to me and in return I say thank you. I am so grateful. The sun kisses my face, too and brightens my third eye as I breathe deeply.

TV: Take-away (real) Vision

Behind the laptop screen a cat wanes over the keyboard and munc432```s the writing sequence while a tired college undergrad sips coffee and scrolls Tumblr for another so-called minute break. Likely. Escapism is almost a necessity when living within the standards of  a modern capitalistic world. "When else would one find the time to gallop about and actually enjoy existence? This isn't your life after all. You're a tool for a functioning society. Color in the lines. Actually, don't color at all. Just stare at the glob of moving pictures on the TV the size of supposed worth." I feel myself begin to swirl into an Orwell novel as if this is unreal. Yet. I am still here. Somehow. Another. A movie. Choose one. The blue pill or red pill. Choose one: living or surviving.

Same Memory + Different Me

12/9/13
She told me she was never wanted to be a priest. Never religious. Never a sheikh. But my sacred monster was her martyr. It drooled red all over my lungs and had me coughing up the truth into my palms until I was caught red-handed. Into palms. Into psalms 3 vs  54. The Bible says that you must not lay with me. In a coffin, I assume. We cannot both fit into the timeline of death in sync. But I still cuddle your ego in the shadow of my dark matter. 95% of the universe is dark matter and you want me to lighten up. Be my sun then turn me on when I'm too tired and turn beautifully red for me when you kiss my waves. Baby, I'll let you sink into me for as ling as you need to.
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7/22/14
We said so much without words that we could start to hear what each breath meant. Wordless. Yet we said so much. That happens quite often, really. How I always say so much without words and they always say something back. I'm re-teaching folks a language they've known for lifetimes. I'm speaking from the code written in our DNA and you're finally replying. I never said that you had a voice that melded into the frequency of a song I dig but I didn't have to. Intuition. Tune-in. The more you listen, the louder it gets, the closer you become to discovering what we have all forgotten.

Remembering: Phase 1b

At the start of summer, I did not forget that the jittery FaceBook posts or vaguely enclosed Twitter rants I simply remembered something more important. I started to notice the fallen trees reclaiming a burnt past like this cycle of life simply belonged to butterflies. It may have. With freedom branching out at every corner, with love making waves across the boundaries between what the world wants and needs. Money may be made out of these growing forest, but it provides more havoc than sustainability can afford from a surplus of this irony. Sprouting trees. Still. They breathe out good and breathe in bad. The biggest hearts in the oldest homes. Birds nestlings flew here once, now they are expanding on other sides of a continent I've never owned enough paper to venture to, but when I write I always have enough paper and I always travel everywhere. It may not look as if I have much, yet I am a bountiful wonder of light and love. I lift my heads to a scorching sun and soak the wine-fine energy to my core. I let myself be and in this moment I am whole. Each moment. I soak it in for all the glory it possesses for I will never have the chance to return here. Sit beneath any tree, share energies and meditate together and write and smile and stop and breathe and stop and breathe and stop and breathe. In. The essence of nature, all the beauty I never seem to care it offers. Out. All the trivial trials of a physical life. At the start of summer of last year. I remembered too little and too much yet I forgot how to be. Now I know better than to let my life cycle mimic anything but pollinating butterflies.

Dear Mr. Optimist

It's quarter to 4 in the morn and I need to study and do work but you have a swell day, Mr. I have not slept since Friday, but hey let's celebrate. It's your day, Man. Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday and if it's not your birthday Merry Unbirthday, Mr. Optimist.