Architect of Dreams


There is an abundance of wishes and dreams out there for the taking.  If you haven’t visualized or expressed your goals and dreams to the Universe, don’t complain.  Don’t make excuses for not allowing the flow of dreams to appear into your life.  You and the Universe are the co-creators of your life. You are the most powerful genie in the world.

Five years ago, in the midst of a horrible break-up, I began a visualization-map-questing-dream journal.  In this book I pasted pictures of things I wanted in the future.  Most of them were of a small retreat center in the mountains.  I had no idea how I was going to buy the place or what state it would be in. But, I gathered all types of magazines from Oprah’s O to log cabins and outdoor activities.  I carefully placed these visual guides inside pages and then wrote out what I wanted, but as if I already had it.  I created powerful intentions. For example, instead of writing “I want a home in the mountains” I wrote, “I live in the mountains and have a retreat center that provides relaxation, healing and peace for all those who enter.”  I even put the name of this retreat in the book.  I added events and activities such as hiking, fishing, hammocks in the woods, chairs by creeks, yoga, labyrinth, etc.   I loaded the journal up with pictures, inspiring quotes, words, events, and exact notes of what I also did not want. I have learned that the Universe will also give you the things you don’t want. 

My dream was to be able to map out this place and let God guide me there.  A year later, while on vacation with my best friend, we stayed in this little motel in the mountains of Western North Carolina.  The place was for sale.  Two months later we were living here.  I had put my journal of dreams away. When I began to unpack boxes I found this visual guide of hopes and desires.  As I flipped through the pages that had been created over a year before, I couldn’t believe that the place we purchased had all the elements I had glued in it.  And, even now four years after being here, I open up the book and find that we are still creating more of the things that had carefully been placed in it.  Once again, without much financial support, we are getting the things I had asked the Universe to provide. I continue to add to this book and make clear intentions of what we want for the future of this little retreat center.

We are trained, programmed, and manipulated by society to believe that dreams don’t always come true.  We are impatient in waiting.  So we blame God and the higher powers for not giving us our desires. Well, they don’t come true if you don’t work at it!  You have to visualize what you want and then work towards that goal.  Abundance and prosperity are endless.  Dreams guide us.  The same goes for things we don’t want.  If we are constantly focusing on what we don’t want we will get those things as well. I believe I am a trust-fund baby of the Universe with unlimited abundance. As long as I stay in this frequency there is nothing I cannot manifest.

Several years ago the famous little book The Secret hit the bookshelves.  The books sold by the millions.  I was completely surprised.  I was brought up in a house where we all created little poster boards with the dreams we wanted.  My sister had hers in her closet.  I had mine behind the bedroom door.  My mother had hers in her room.  We all had these little visual reminders of things we wanted in the near future.  So, when the bestselling book became so famous I had to ask myself, “Do people not realize that they create their own futures?  Do they not realize that there is an unlimited abundance of dreams out there for the taking?”  I guess not! This isn’t a new formula for health, wealth, prosperity, and any desire. This is how we are created!

My wish for you, as I am sitting right now observing life outside my window (kids kayaking in the pond while others fish, the mountains in the backdrop, a couple drinking their coffee in our red chairs, someone meditating by the picnic tables) is that you awake to the truth that YOU create your future. There’s no magic genie, saint, or man in the sky that chooses what you can have in life. YOU are the creator, maker, and magnificent architect of your life’s plan. I hope you map out the things you want and work towards those desires. And, if by chance you have no clue of what you want then make a list of things you are grateful for everyday.  Be present in your life.  Be honest and be aware of your actions.  Use your creative gifts to gather pictures of things you like. Be kind, generous and have an open heart.  Where there is passion, God follows.  Divine intervention is always there with you, checking off the things your mind creates.  Stay in a place of divine light, joy, and love. From that place of giddiness the child in you can play and manifest. Be careful with your thoughts! Choose wisely and have fun!

“You will get what you want, when you stop making excuses on why you don’t have it.” Author Unknown

I would visualize things coming to me.  It would just make me feel better.  Visualization works if you work hard.  That’s the thing.  You can’t just visualize and go eat a sandwich.” Jim Carrey

Create for Your Sanity


Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.”- Carl Sandburg

One of my closest friend who’s a phenomenal writer, asked me a question the other night, “What is the purpose of poetry?  Why do it?”  I gave her a short answer but throughout the last few weeks I have thought long and hard on this.  And now as I prepare the compilation of love poems I have a better sense of what poetry means to me.

Poetry is my favorite type of writing.  I have thousands upon thousands of poems.  I have no clue how many since a lot of them get thrown away.  I write one or more a day.  Do the math!  I’ve been writing since I was a little girl.  I write poetry because it tells a story in minimal words. It shows through simple phrases how or why, when and what…etc.  It requires the holding back and manipulation of allowing another (you the reader) to enter through lines of voyeurism. Fiction, narration of long stories, well, they tell you how to feel.  Poetry places it so you inhale each line and make it your own.  I don’t care about form, style, punctuation, vocabulary, or anything else that marks a poem as a literary work of art.  I want to know how it feels inside of you and you translate it into words.  Poetry, to me, is the simplicity of adjectives through emotions.

I look back at times at old pieces from years ago and the anger, frustration and sadness fall line upon line.  Yuck!  I can’t even go there but I recognize that it was a part of my life.  I held poetry imprisoned with lack of emotions.  It was forced without flow.  Some of these poems were held in shackles, bonded to some kind of structure, forcing out what I thought was good writing.  It wasn’t.  I am by no means an expert in literature.  I often times don’t manipulate English well enough to be coherent since it is my second language.  But, something is said about finally allowing poetry to write itself without control.  When a line wakes you up in the middle of the night nagging with persistence to birth it on paper, well, that’s a poem from the soul!  Poetry is Divinity in all its glorious and grace.  It is a direct connection to a higher source.

Words fall out quickly when we allow the emotions to unload onto a page.  I believe poetry is a song from the heart.  Worrying about rhyming, structure, and other important literary elements stops the flow of what is really inside.  Yes, these parts that make a poem should come way later after the words are out and about.  Let the spirit of your truth say what it needs to share.  Don’t hold back.  Allow each word to come out without restrains, handcuffs, and enforcement.  Poetry is not about sharing with an audience.  It is about releasing and surrendering.

So, why write poetry?  Hmmm!  I believe to exhale the gaps between the heart and the outer world.  When I write a poem I come in contact with Spirit, the part of me that finds freedom.  Any other form of writing doesn’t come close to it.  The older I get the easier each line falls out.  And, that’s why I write poetry.  It is allowing another to hold my heart in theirs for just a few seconds at a time.

If your soul calls to create, please do it!  To find sanity create what the voice tells you, whether it be a painting, a piece of music, a story, a part of a dance…whatever it may be do it.  This is the Divine speaking through the creative genes in you.  For the sake of my sanity, I pick words.  Whenever I don’t I start to get into a funk.  Writing, as incoherent as it may be at times, is my Valium, my Prozac, and my favorite form of drug.  It alters my moods.  It brings me back to stability.  Don’t hold back.  Just do it.  Whatever it is, please find the courage to follow through.  It is a duty to your spirit.  You weren’t created to not create!

Cradled by the Mysterious

infinite wisdom

In silence

and contemplation

I feel the universe nestling me

back into a womb state

where I am completely safe,

warm and secure.

Euphoria is reached

surrendering to the unknown

in ecstasy and in enstasy

together with the mysterious.

The union of body and spirit

is not a fairy tale.

It’s not beyond belief,

or a fictitious phenomenon.

It exists.  It is attainable

within the self.

I am cradled by God,

as love wraps beyond me

merging with light

and recognizing a return home

to spiritual embodiment

of all creation.

To all that I am.

To all that we are.






I am not built for sadness and pessimism. I am not built for judgment, bigotry and hypocrisy. I am built for sunny days, heart shape rocks, long kisses and embraces. I am built for sandals and sundresses and toes wiggling in dirt. I am built for days playing in rivers and creeks searching for treasures and picture taking aha moments. I am created for outdoor days with clouds in animal formation staring back from heaven.  I am fabricated to get lost in my own thoughts, yard, and surrounding areas to then find myself among the mysteries of life.  I am not made for second guesses and distrust that leave me depleted without an ounce of faith. I require a slow ear, a sensitive heart, a light touch and a quick wit to be my lover.  I need nature waking my spirit every day. I need romantic movies, corny cards, scented candles and books that take me places far away and wide into the world. I am made for laughter and sharing over a great cup of coffee, a glass of wine, or a walk in the woods. I am not built for darkness unless it is a night full of twinkling stars staring back from the heavens. I am created for stories, those I hear and some I write. I need poetry echoing back at night from my muse guiding me to reach inside and truly let go.  I was built to have a house full of children and then learning how to let go while loving unconditionally. I need surprises…those sweet godsend epiphanies that curl my emotions into sappy tears of joy. I require God’s presence always with me as I trek on this journey finding the things I still don’t know about myself.  Oh…and I am made for loving you, you and you.