Vulnerability is..."Being willing to express the Truth...no matter what! The truth of who you are. The essence at your core... at what your feeling at any given moment. It's being able to open up your soul and let it Flow, so that other people can see their Soul in Yours." by Oprah 
Photo by: stasia-g.com by Stasia Garraway at Moksha/Modo Yoga Teacher Appreciation at Salt Spring Island, BC 2014

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For tonight's First Full Moon Offering...

I woke up this morning feeling like...Take your time to gently take care of yourself, because you never know what can happen to your mind and body these days. What's the rush anyways? ♡ Stay young and be curious to everything. Go and get wild, but not just for fun. Eat slow and I mean relish your gourmet homemade presentations. Please move to your rhythm and your ebbs and flows. Sometimes we need to be reminded! Embrace what you do to yourself now and to others, because Karma is a bitch! Ground your own truth and your strength will always have your back! Surround yourself with good vibes forever. And remember to always come back and root them all down. Because why not? Life is for real-real-real short these days...And yes...I am so grateful to wake up to this time ♡☆♡

I also shared with you an Owl Packet of Wisdom for your bath tonight or for the week with...

3 tablespoons of Love, Heal and Peace with Epsom Salts
1 tablespoon of Strength with Pink Himalayan Salt
3 drops of heArt with Spruce Oil
1 tablespoon of Courage with Organic Dried Roses

I also shared 9 mini-jars of Arnicated Spruce Olive Oils for the places in our bodies that need some more healing!

Ingredients are from Zenith Supplies http://www.zenithsupplies.com/ 

I hope tonight's a Howlin'-Restful-Roarin'-Kinda-Night!

#loverose

Its been awhile since I've been here.
Its been awhile since I can hold myself
and really listen to you.
Its been awhile since I can even really sit down
and express what I've been really feeling.
It comes and goes,
my sadness with you.
I land at times
in moments 
when I really feel
that you are truly gone
from this physical world. 

But the stillness of my Quietness reminds me of you.
The reminder from  your eyes,
that is forever imprinted in my mind
only when I close my eyes.

Now I can be Silent and enjoy these moments,
because you've taught me how.

Today, I got my strength back to write and face my computer once again. Right at the beginning of February of last year, I was doing well with this new ritual of getting back to my roots of writing. I began creating and strength building started to roll forward. Then the beginning of last year began through the eyes of the sunset.  It began with the many unexpected series upon series of awakening events and encounters. I didn't expect the sequences of experiences that were unfolding. So much to digest. So much to absorb. All in one year! Suddenly I was watching myself, stand atop on a ferry, watching the sunset beyond the mountains and looking at the waves...that day I got the call...I got to use my real-life-longboard for the first time. And now here we are a couple months after everything...and I'm still riding these waves.

#loverose
Photo taken in Seattle, Washington at the Rose Garden 2015 - "Lotus Glitter"

 It takes time...

to fold
my favourite
flannel sweater
that I used to wear.

I opened the door slowly, 
welcomed the warmth wash over me.
I took you out
with my rough hands
held 
your arm sleeves.
I lifted you up
pass my chin
higher than my head
reached up to my arms length.
You were red and black! 

I placed you down
on my face.
The buttons of you 
touched my forehead,
the tip of my nose,
the bottom part of my lip,
the softest part of my chin.

Remembered those times...
Walked
along the trails
​of our private islands.
Where it was just you and me.

'It takes time...by Rose Cortez 2016" #loverose

Above the mountains 
the geese turn into
the light again
painting their
black silhouettes
on an open sky.
Sometimes everything 
has to be
enscribed across
the heavens
so you can find 
the one line
already written 
inside you.
Sometimes it takes 
a great sky
to find that
first, bright
and indescribable
wedge of freedom
in your own heart.
Sometimes with
the bones of the black
sticks left when the fire 
has gone out
someone has written 
something new
in the ashes
of your life.
You are not leaving.
Even as the light 
fades quickly now,
you are arriving.
...
The Journey: in 
'The House of Belonging'
and
‘River Flow: 
New and Selected Poems’
©David Whyte and Many Rivers Press