Why I Combed Out My Dreadlocks & the Pearls of Wisdom They Left Behind, by DivyaLove Lori Wise

Divya's Dreads

That Small, Still Voice, you know the One …
There is that Inner Call or Inner Compass, as I like to call It.  That small, still voice that whispers in my heart’s ear, ‘It’s time.’  It’s the same small, still voice that whispered, ‘Dread’ several years ago.  I knew in my Soul it was time to let them go.

Thinking, thinking …..
Fortunately, my Inner Compass is quite clear.  I rarely have a problem hearing or noticing It.  My old habit of hearing the Call and ignoring It, or ‘thinking about’ the Call for a few days ….. or 3 years …. before I ever take action is swiftly shifting.  This time, I listened and took action fairly immediately.  Taking action is my theme for this year!  🙂

The Discovery …
Upon combing out two (2) dreadlocks around my face, I inspected the brushed out hair with my jewelry loop to get a closer look and discovered the dreaded 4 letter word no dreadhead wants to see …… M – O – L – D!!!    Eeeeeeekkk!! Continue reading


After A While, by Veronica A. Shoffstall


Female statue @ Hearst Castle
taken by: Divya Love Wise

After A While, by Veronica A. Shoffstall

After a while you learn
the subtle difference between
holding a hand and chaining a soul
and you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
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West Coast Weekend: Santa Cruz + Pigeon Point Lighthouse

Climb the mountains and get their good tidings.
Nature’s peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees.
The winds will blow their own freshness into you,
and the storms their energy,
while cares will drop away from you like the leaves of Autumn.

~John Muir

This weekend I was able to spend some valuable time at the Pacific Coast.  On Friday, my boyfriend and I took his recently re-furbished 1961 Chevrolet Corvette convertible through the beautiful Santa Cruz mountains on Hwy 17 to Santa Cruz.  I am convinced the air in those mountains is Magic Air.

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Daily Prompt: I Got Skills ~ Buon Giorno

Today’s Daily Prompt:  If you could choose to be a master (or mistress) of any skill in the world, which skill would you pick?

Language.  I love the sound of various languages.  They sound like melodies to my ear and I long to be able to speak other languages.  I took two (2) years of Spanish in high school but that was so long ago the only things I remember are how to ask for another beer and where is the bathroom.  Since I don’t drink alcohol, that leaves me with one (1) usable (although very important) Spanish sentence.


View from the restaurant balcony at the top of the Westin Exelsior Hotel in Florence, Italy
photo credit: Lori Wise

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A Letter A Day

UnknownFor a few years now I’ve wanted to become more consistent with my writing. Not only writing for my blog, but writing to other people. The idea of taking a few minutes to handwrite a note or letter to someone appeals greatly to me. Fond memories of corresponding with pen pals when I was younger make me smile. Even in my teen years I was quite consistent in sharing Love & Light by sending cards to my girlfriends.

This practice that used to bring me such joy has fallen by the wayside. My intention is to reincarnate this practice of handwriting notes and cards to the people in my life.

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Daily Prompt | Quote Me


photo credit:  Lori Wise

I love quotes!  They are effective reminders of where I should place my thoughts, energy and time.   When I find a quote that strongly resonates with me, I write it on the bathroom mirror in dry erase marker so those are the first words I see when beginning  my day.  The very first quote I wrote on my bathroom mirror 8 years ago was … Continue reading

Wild Geese ~ Mary Oliver

You do not have to be good
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on. Continue reading