Friday, May 02, 2014. I have been buying way too many GoMacro Peanut Butter Chocolate bars. And I had to come up with my own recipe to save some money and trips to the supermarket. Here it is, mostly using the same ingredients as the bars but I switched to sunflower seed butter and almonds instead of peanuts. Peanuts are tricky to digest and hard to find raw and good quality. I got all the nutrition info for this recipe down below as well, so you are all set! .

You have seen my descent. Two sides of the soul. For those who love with heart and soul there is no such thing as separation. Even a peacock sometimes dreams in black and white. There is One within who is always aware of the mask you put on. Some are more awake while they sleep than others are with eyes wide open.

This is Huangshan which I have never been and never been interested. I replicated one painting and now I really want to visit this place. I think this is the amazing part of drawing. Always I fall in love with the object, and drawing itself. It took about 3 hours to draw this. I think I need to draw faster. But the joy of drawing is much more worthy.

Friday, January 30, 2015. After Romborsang Umbrella Factory, my 2nd Stop on my first day in Chiang Mai. Her real name is ハローキティ , Harō Kiti in Japanese whic. What Do You Want S.

A place to play, braiding a legacy of words. Thank you, Rochelle, for another week of inspiration. Thank you also to Al Forbes for the awesome photo. 8216;Did you see that? 8217; She pointed up to stone face. Hearing the sound of a voice beckoning her to enter the gate. It was too compelling not to obey. 8217; He screamed as she simply vanished. The voice in his head laughed again.

Melt in mouth moment is. Warm succulent divine rapture, ah,. We ask for your justice, oh God,. Then the hardest forged steel. Or the diamond tipped drill. You who knew the grief. Come down, oh God,. Come down and smite them. In my anger, I cry out to You. You heard me, oh God,.

When water and paint flow together, the alchemy dances in control and chaos. An artist with synesthesia, I taste color. If possible, I would eat my delicious shades whilst painting.

Do not be a magician, be magic. Even in a fractured world, the soul flies high. Hope is the source and spring of all the alchemies of transformation. The sea never sleeps, and its wakefulness brings comfort to a sleepless soul. When many have the courage to dream, hope becomes possible.

Connecting with others along the way. Clouds shielding the hot summer sun. To wash our hair-only a fantasy. The parched earth is damp.