I started getting signs before I knew that they were signs. Even now as I get them, if I try to figure out what they mean, I almost never do. I need to step back and look at the world around me, and the situations I’m in for what they are without the emotional attachmentContinue reading “Poetry Series – Winter is Coming”
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Poetry Series – Facing Want
Do you ever notice the subtle way our wants are filtered through our beliefs first? Have you ever caught yourself wanting something only to immediately find lists of reasons that you just can’t have whatever it is? Why do we so often believe ourselves undeserving of what would make us the happiest, most fulfilled? IContinue reading “Poetry Series – Facing Want”
Poetry Series – Too Fat
I’ve always been prone to nightmares but they seem to creep in the most when my waking life feels like it’s at its best. One moment I applaud myself for not taking things too personally, not projecting the past, and allowing myself to eat when I want to eat without telling myself I’m not worthy.Continue reading “Poetry Series – Too Fat”
Writing
Not writing feels like lying, even if only by omission. Not writing feels like I’m hiding. Have you ever played hide and seek with someone that’s terrible at seeking? Hiding parts of yourself. You get bored. Stir crazy. You start moving around, peeking around the corner of the barricade to see if they’re even close.Continue reading “Writing”
Poetry Series – Spiritual Encounters
I don’t surround myself with enough people that speak of spiritual experiences and sometimes it means I feel incredibly alone. When I have dreams that scare me and deter me from speaking about mine, I secretly believe it’s the evil in the world attacking me while I sleep. I genuinely believe in the war betweenContinue reading “Poetry Series – Spiritual Encounters”
Poetry Series – Spontaneity at the Ready
What does it feel like when you get good at observing life as it passes? How do you know when your reactions have leveled out? What intensity is an acceptable one and how do we achieve just that but nothing more? I burst into tears at some of the weirdest things over the last twoContinue reading “Poetry Series – Spontaneity at the Ready”
Poetry Series – Far Away
Sometimes it’s the simple things that I’m the proudest of. There was a time when I would second guess myself a lot, and talk myself out of things. That doesn’t mean that it never happens now but I don’t feel the urge to pounce without thinking, out of fear that I can’t trust my thoughts.Continue reading “Poetry Series – Far Away”
Poetry Series – Uncomfortable Encounter
My favorite days to write are the ones where everything feels like fair game. I don’t want to apologize for who I am or what I’ve experienced and I certainly don’t want to hold back the words begging to erupt from my mouth. I should be doing laundry, the clothes won’t wash themselves. But theContinue reading “Poetry Series – Uncomfortable Encounter”
Poetry Series – Feelings
Sometimes I wonder if I’m being too harsh. I have this tendency to pendulum from one extreme to the next as I seek out balance. I went without boundaries for so long that sometimes I set the shock of my electric fence too strong, arrowed innocent bystanders out of fear of them being enemies, buildContinue reading “Poetry Series – Feelings”
Poetry Series – Three Twenty
I’ve been more inconsistent here than I’d like to be but I’m releasing judgment on the fact that I started a new job a week ago, had a chaotic week before that, and am finding the time when I can. I’m releasing myself from writing as an obligation and allowing that writing is what IContinue reading “Poetry Series – Three Twenty”
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