The other day, I spent some time sitting in my dad’s truck talking to him about creating, art, and different projects we were working on. He was there so I could sell him a gift card because my only what’s for me approach to life means sometimes I’m piecing things together day by day asContinue reading “Poetry Series – Adult”
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Poetry Series – Purge
I think the saddest part of our healing journey can often be seeing that while we felt everyone else was out to get us, we were really inflicting the most harm towards ourselves. I’m still working on forgiving myself for some of the pain I’ve endured as a result of my own hand but owningContinue reading “Poetry Series – Purge”
Poetry Series – No Competition
In the car on the way home from the zoo, I was talking to my son about the importance of following dreams and not letting fear of what people might think to hold us back from them. When he asked me what I wanted to be at his age, eight, I blanked. I don’t rememberContinue reading “Poetry Series – No Competition”
Poetry Series – Messenger Dove
Sometimes I feel like the closer I get to myself, the further I get from the world around me. The more I zero in on and appreciate the little things and the synchronicities in life, the more disconnected I feel from the humanness that I’ve been trying so desperately to hold on to in hopesContinue reading “Poetry Series – Messenger Dove”
Poetry Series – Looking Back
The power of shifting to letting go of what others think of you is that your peace is no longer dependent on them accepting your explanation of yourself. Sure, I got commended on my levels of self-awareness and yes, that skill absolutely comes in handy now. The thing is, I didn’t always need to letContinue reading “Poetry Series – Looking Back”
Poetry Series – Don’t Tell
A child should never have to carry the burden of secrets. The words “don’t tell” from an adult to a child indicate an issue, short of a surprise party but in that case, you should know better than to tell them anyways. Even as an adult, especially a young one, the words don’t tell fromContinue reading “Poetry Series – Don’t Tell”
Poetry Series – My World
My apartment is safe, I’m not being watched. This isn’t a case of paranoia so much as an awareness of just how under-observation we are anytime we’re out there in the world. In my apartment, though, I’m free to be unapologetically me without interruption. In my apartment the window is cracked, snow blowing in andContinue reading “Poetry Series – My World”
Poetry Series – Best Day
I don’t believe our best day is ever in the past. I think it’s already happening. Right now, we’re living the best day we possibly can – and if you’re not, now is as good of a time as any to start. Right now, this is the only day we have so it must beContinue reading “Poetry Series – Best Day”
Poetry Series – Chicken Butt
Some things become outgrown, over-used. I don’t know if this happens by chance, length of time, frequency of occurrence, or what other criteria it goes by. Perhaps with a little extra care, we can preserve the things most important to us longer than they would have lasted if we had approached with reckless abandon –Continue reading “Poetry Series – Chicken Butt”
Poetry Series – Magic Portal
I was an imaginative child, sometimes in a way that was shunned. Now, I’m an imaginative adult and I’m finally letting all of the conditioning come undone. Step into your magic, lean into yourself. Magic Portal What happenedto the magical portalon my wallin my roomplastered overthat cornerbecame graspingself disgustprojected outventingit must come outwastenothing isbut aContinue reading “Poetry Series – Magic Portal”
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