life trickles down pebbles
fallen from the hard places
we break ourselves out of.
a little bit of everything,
scatters the ground,
unevenly fitting into place.
creating roads to journeys,
building homes we live in.
pieces of our own identities.
i never know what to think,
what i’ll see or who i’ll meet.
but the destination is only half
of what we were meant to experience.
i’ve been sort of scattered lately, but not really messy though. scattered in a more organized way. needed to get some creative juices out there to really get into writing something solid and important. i wish my blog had more variety like it used to. i have ideas, but little time to produce how i want to. i’ve been feeling all sorts of inspiration to do art, to go on hikes, to travel, to be careful and to be carefree. a little bit of everything is creeping into the little spaces of time i have and it’s wonderful and stressful. i know it’s all a part of this amazing journey. i know it’s something i want to remember. because it is so good, so life-altering, so life.
something is wrong,
i see your deeply felt eyes
and we speak soulfully.
you look away and i hear
your sadness, tears fall.
my heart outlines itself,
i can feel it so strongly.
the lines tighten up
and it breaks for you.
how do you console,
comfort and relieve,
when a life is gone?
what words to say
when none at all…
comes to mind?
taken and given,
breathes we make our own.
do we reason at all?
i love you.
i am here.
i want to be.
everything will be okay.
Holding onto our ideals,
Tightly, in our closed fists.
Covered and secured,
It doesn’t see the light.
Too closed into the darkness
Where nothing appears
And creations disappear.
Like a gentle mother, you hold their hands.
The baby insecurities you used to store away.
Wandering in dark corners of sequestered forests.
But honestly, honest, who isn’t broken?
We were once young, under the sun,
Cradled from the innocence of our time.
But that is not real, that is not forever.
Beauty of humanity is we are so fragile.
From only a year on earth to 100 of them,
We are who we are.
Thank you for being honest.
To me, you were a perfect, empty statue,
Until you broke it all down
Out of the hollowness
Into a vision that is so unique,
so original, so complex,
So full of your beauty.
Each moment is new
Nothing is perfect
Nothing is the same.
to all who celebrate, happy St. Patrick’s day! this collage is for you and wishing all of us a little luck today :)
For the first time, I heard your words.
The other day, when I came upon your song.
They were simple, yet deeply thoughtful.
I didn’t care really, the first time.
It wasn’t something I’m used to.
To go back to. To relate with.
But I awoke one morning with you in my head.
The words came in so easily as if they were mine.
And I played it once again. And again.
To feel the ease of your feelings in ten poetic lines.
The music you composed follows along nicely
Like a dance partner you trust and align with.
The song and dance continues in my mind,
Inspiring me towards a greater existence
I know and believe in.
To all the women in all the land all around the world, I thank you. For all that you have achieved. For all that you have fought for. For all that you do, every single day. I am so proud to be a woman. I am so proud to stand beside strong, intelligent, creative individuals who make the world better. I am so proud of what is to come.
In 1903, Marie Curie was the first woman to win the Nobel Prize.
In 1921, Edith Wharton was the first woman to win the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction.
In 1963, Valentina Tereshkova was the first woman in space.
In 1975, Junko Tabei was the first woman to reach the highest point of Mount Everest.
In 1987, Aretha Franklin was the woman to be inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.
And one day, there will be a first woman President of the United States.
To love someone
To see someone
Is to accept them.
Red hearts, scarves and coats,
Shoes walking on this road.
A symbol for unity and understanding.
I am proud to be a woman.
I walk with you.
My heart is so full of red.
In my veins, in my soul.
Pops of red show themselves today.
Humanity was born from us.
Mother nature is a mother.
A sea of love
When we are one together.
I think I drew this sometime last year. I like to think that the cat wasn’t going to harm this fish. He was only curious.
Photographed in a red sweater,
Small and cute, feelings weren’t identifiable.
Older I got, feelings became inescapable.
Teenage angst and hormonal frustrations,
Uprooted from innocence into paths of confusion.
In the grasps of adulthood, entangled in-between.
Hearts no longer seen and tears tucked at the seams.
Hidden behind professionalism and personal,
Wondering, what does life truly mean?
Growing into womanhood and sisterhood,
Being human, being kind, & being alive.
Feeling it all the time and no longer holding it in.
Checking in my emotional integrity
Because it’s the only thing I need in this life.
I came upon the title, “emotional integrity” randomly in my head and I thought about how much of a transition it’s been for me to realize and actualize my feelings and reflections throughout the years as a child to now as an adult. I then searched the term online and it is indeed a term. How fitting the true definition is to what I was trying to convey.