Painting, drawing, writing, sculpting and talking to other creative people. Swimming, skating, biking, walking, hiking, yoga, salsa danceing,pilates. Camping and resorting LOL. Travel and adventure. Gourmet cooking, bbqs, baking, dinning out, movies, theater and festivals.Passions: ocean waves, dancing in soft rain, walking on the oceans shoreline. Fighting wild dragons in the enchanted forest. Flying through the night skies to see were you may be.href="http://www.profilemods.com/viewimage/http://www.pro filemods.com/userpics/glitter-graphics/i54195534_65647.gif" title="MySpace Graphics @ Profile Mods"
Interesting Creative People with Soul and people that lead a health fit lifestyle.
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I love romance, drama, psychological thrillers, true life stories or people that overcome adversity and horror movies (only if they are not to scary).
Not much time for TV but I like Canadian & American Idol and any dance shows
This years favorites to name a few:(What We Ache For, Creativity and the Unfolding of the Soul by Oriah Mountain Dreamer) (Confessions of a Spiritual Thrillseeker: Medicine Teachings of the grandmothers by Oriah Mountain Dreamer) Teaching Around the Sacred Wheel Finding the soul of Dreamtime by Lynn V. Andrews, Medicine Women by Lynn V Andrews, Autobiography of a Yogi Paramahanoa Yogananda.I do not have alot of time to read novel at this time but I do love books so.I thought I would start one here it is:It was raining hard when you opened your eyes. The rain drizzled softly down your shivering face you knew that this would be a moment that forever you would remember. You had never beheld such acquiescent beauty in one woman. You had never beheld one soul that seems to besiege all the desires that you could ever envision. Her hair was soft and silky and your rough fingers frightened by the very feel of such luxury trembled with fear. The golden highlights in her hair seem to sing out a lullaby that enticed the brilliance of the moon very beaming heart. As you glared into her eyes a shiver ran down your spine. They were the eyes of a wild white wolf and no mere humans should posses them. You swore that you could see her very soul in her eyes and its innocent beauty enticed you even further. You were overwhelmed with the pure and innocent love that you felt emancipating in your fragile heart. Surely, there could be no other reason for your existence that to live for this very moment, the moment that you touched what you know was your one true love. How could the sun bare to raise or the moon dare fall again if you did not tell her how he felt? In this instant you longed to hold her sensual body close to his own. You mouth opened but no words can forth you were silenced by the very thought of holding this heavenly creature close to you. She whispered softly, I knew you would be here, I knew you would be waiting for me in our own special place. You opened your quivering mouth once more begging the words to present themselves to aid your quest. How, how did you know? But you could not see me I was hiding. A small drop of rain was bathing in the fullness of her lips as she whispered softly to you these words.
My Mother the kindest person in the world, Doctors for saveing lives, Medicine People for helping us feel well, All woman who give of themselves to nurture there families