I had to walk across the pond, Without the heavy gear, Without fancy boots Or a canoe to sit in. Wading through Step by step. I met others, Crossing like me. With or without a friend. Silently and triumphantly As each sunset set And each day the sun rose. There was no choice. Like a [...]
the spare bedroom bare without walls. it was open across the kitchen shaded with old curtains lamps without shades thoughts without words hearts without feelings don't live like this, please. build something better. be something more. fill your heart until it's overwhelmed take care of all that is you of all that is your life [...]
It's the energy they showed me. Their inner beauty that comes out during the most honest times. The purest, truest moments of reflection. I am in love with this. I am in love with connecting to the warmth of the human being. For so long, I think people forget how it is to be kind. [...]
The bundles of letters completely alone, means nothing. They are jumbled in piles like junk in a thrift store, until we find meaning within them. We match the ones that make sense to us and we formulate something concrete. Something we can use. Something we can rely on. Words aren't just words to me anymore. [...]
a fatherless child, wrecked. filled emotions ignored, mother towards another. son towards the sun, he ran towards a light. escaping for new life. looking back now, tears fill his eyes decades of thoughts. pours through like tea simmered long enough release the steam, cools. achievements are long overdue from hard work a heated home, home-cooked [...]
romanticism isn't so beautiful, it can be so heartbreaking in depths that cannot be seen. from fine cracks of foundation air and dust sift through in-between the wedges. creating new shapes within destroying from before signs of past erased.
stress has nabbed me, captured me while I sleep, wakes me into an instant, tense ball of yarn. it suffocates me until I resist no longer. until I gather enough energy to fight it and kick it at the right spots to let me run away but always in the darkness never in the light. [...]
Happy Earth Day.
Redwoods was comfortable, but at times it took my breath away because of the exhilarating beauty.
I feel so connected to something so close to my source, my soul. Redwoods gave me peace and calm.
One hike here is not like another. It’s all a different experience.
The Redwoods changed me. I felt so much peace and connection to the area and the trees. The air reminds me of being at mom and dad’s house and the sea breeze.
…I even love the banana slugs, even though in the past slugs have creeped me out so much.
I was skeptical of coming at all. I thought maybe it’d be too long to be in one place, but I adored it. No access to phone and internet made it easy to relax and chill.
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I am desperate to write. Desert winds on my internal soul, I want a refreshing way to revive myself. To put words onto the proverbial paper. I've already sunk my teeth into the sappy generic wordings. Ones we've recited to ourselves and heard others speak so fluently like singing annoying pop songs and commercial jingles. [...]
i've forgotten where the road began was it somewhere by home? how did we get here? eating up all we had without documents to tell us. independence is free, unless you give in. no one truly owns things & people.
take a nice shower buying an art book with lots of color or information visiting a bookstore that sell used or second-hand books watching a documentary cooking a new recipe taking a walk in nature looking at photographs i've taken listening to calming music traveling to a new place hearing someone tell their story
They were not mere raindrops
sliding down my father’s car windows.
They were colliding and merging worlds.
A game of creation and annihilation.
Droplets of Time, tears of the Soul.
My father’s car is long gone
but I still wonder at the power
of a child’s imagination.
And when it starts raining
there are neither where nor why.
The Silence in my heart helps me
to clarify some of Life’s great mysteries.
© Frédéric Georges Martin
For every kind action, words you've spoken and written, thought you only heard or anything you've witness is one moment in which we all win. Kindness is the simple concept in which the gesture makes peace. It creates harmony. Kindness gives hope. Why wouldn't we all want to be a part of this movement?
There is dirt. There is random grass patches and bare tree limbs. A sign of changing seasons. Of abandoned nature left to their own state. And then a short pink hyacinth is discovered. Along the way, it somehow found itself planted in this area of unfamiliarity. It blooms. It survives rainstorms and snowflakes. It lives. [...]
I've been spent Empty pockets Holes in the corners Running low on fuel. Change leaves my hands As quickly as time lands. Searching for two dollar bills Seeking in an abyss of darkness. Foolish teens spend silver dollars Found in old treasure chests Made of oak and redwood Trees of our dynasties sung Without being [...]