Mingling & What Not

Art Source: Ashley Percival

Went out last night— to a party.
Very brave of me, mingling and what not.
Talked with some, avoided others. 
Stares morphed into quick look-aways.
Snap judgments were tiny darts.
Damn, always feeling what others blessedly miss.
Too damn sensitive-- true, I am.
How dare they? They don’t know me.  
Shame on them. 
I’m fantastic.

Tricia Schwaba 2022

Walking the Wellness Path with Trish-- Massage as a Tool For Enlightenment

Walking the Wellness Path with Trish is a series of episodes offered random and recorded raw-- those footsteps you hear are mine :O Healing contemplation and well-being insights enthusiastically present themselves on my daily walks. Sometimes gold, sometimes dust :/ always spontaneous.
If they spark something in you, I'd love to hear about it. Trish

The Signature of All Things

“Since nothing is so secret or hidden that it cannot be revealed, everything depends on the discovery of those things that manifests the hidden.””
— Paracelsus, physician, alchemist, 1493-1541

Elizabeth Gilbert wrote the book The Signature of All Things about the life of Paracelsus an amazing woman for her time (actually, for any time). It is a beautiful read about a powerful woman who did that which was unthought of in her day.

Maria Popova; Bloom

Art by Kris Wahlder

“Two hundred million years ago, long before we walked the Earth, it was a world of cold-blooded creatures and dull color — a kind of terrestrial sea of brown and green. There were plants, but their reproduction was a tenuous game of chance — they released their pollen into the wind, into the water, against the staggering improbability that it might reach another member of their species. No algorithm, no swipe — just chance.

But then, in the Cretaceous period, flowers appeared and carpeted the world with astonishing rapidity — because, in some poetic sense, they invented love.

Once there were flowers, there were fruit — that transcendent alchemy of sunlight into sugar. Once there were fruit, plants could enlist the help of animals in a kind of trade: sweetness for a lift to a mate. Animals savored the sugars in fruit, converted them into energy and proteins, and a new world of warm-blooded mammals came alive.

Without flowers, there would be no us.

No poetry.”

Maria Popova, The Marginalian

I Hope Today is A Beauty

Art by bellart.com

I hope today is uplifting for you
That you are buoyed by your love of self.
I hope today is the day you need
To understand the beauty that you are.
I hope today you look within &
See the power of your own magnificence
I hope today is the day
You feel your whole self and comfortably sink in
While at once rising above.

Tricia