Mission of Love II

Energy-fire dancer;
lines of vivacity;
by-pass of the dervish.

Trip-quest vocations
realness of being

Truth is sexy;
honesty is raw;
people being

Are we
standing ugly?
Are we
dance of Divine?

Turning in your fabulousness
Turning the my in you

This I breathe
I breathe
wind of the fire
takes root.

Life is a rough draft made final; or is it?  My mission is simple; connect people through art and the creative process; to learn as I follow; to further fall madly in love with life.

I danced in the studio to the music of happy; watching my legs in stability; my arms yet forming; my hands in smokey voice forming.

Physically I do not dance this way; I can’t.  In my mind’s eye; I dance anew.  Advent; a time of expectant anticipation; a time of reflection; a time of hope evolves.

paint much love, always,
Connie Karleta Sales
a.k.a. This Crooked Little Flower