When I get lost in the thought of
Who I am
I remember that I am still the girl
Whose heart overflows when she looks at the sky
Or senses a thunderstorm
Who takes a while to open up, but notices each moment she’s given the chance to do so
Looking to be steeped in an embrace of life through love and nature.
Push and pull.
Give and receive.
Open and grounded.
Expand and protect.
Rest and action.
Work and play.
What you do matters
To one soul or more
You radiate; soft and warm.
With Love baked in;
Sweetness sprinkled on top;
A bow gently secured around.
Keep going,
One foot in front of the other.
Swift or slow; honor your rhythm.
Give yourself rest;
Offer others space;
The flow will carry you.
In the same way I shift and change as an individual, the way I care for, accept, and validate myself does too. All I can do is my best to keep up.
I am still learning
to give myself
a daily dose of rest
Even when it feels like
I don’t need it.
I am still learning
to take a few steps back
first.
I am still learning
to be gentle with
myself
When I miss the signs
and end up desperate.
I am still learning
what it means
to be a stable force
Incomplete, unfinished, and attentive.
The push and pull
Ebb and flow
Together and apart
The rhythm of existence is
Crooked
And smooth
Skinny and wide
Perfectly unfinished.
Full of love, life and luster.
To swing is to be in rhythm.
Suspended in time.
Held but still weightless. And free.
Tethered and trusting.
Flowing and flying.
Feeling a force that you cannot see.
It's what's on the inside that matters.
Devoting time to
Melting down layers
Of powder
And falsities.
Attending to love and grief, anger and bliss.
Burning away concealers
And peels
Glow true from the inside out.
Haggard with wisdom, weathered with life.
Pure, always at home.
She spun a web that was
fibered with peace; the bridge thread on truth.
Me, caught in the web of austerity;
facing the pain with fierce action and love.
Then soreness falls away.
Joy is fuller; love is deeper.
You know when she's there and look for
her when she's not.
Unattached, yet still connected.
When joy knocks on your door,
Please let her in.
In the same way we acknowledge anger and grief,
Open to joy.
Look for her. Listen to her. Accept her as she is.
Your beauty lies
In the way you move
Through the world.
With steadiness
Ease
And ferocity.
Accepting your reality.
Maintaining your aim.
Breaking free.
Moving through.
Following love.
Taking in life.
And resting when you can.
A touch
A glance
A whisper
A care.
Falling in love is simple and easy.
And happens over and over again.
My heart is full of emotion
I work to make space to contain what I need of it
And let the rest overflow into something tangible -
A poem, a painting, a look.
Honest words.
How can I share the way I'm feeling?
Is there a way to recreate the depth?
Receiving something heartfelt from another requires attention and vulnerability, too.
Are you willing to open up to it?
At what point
Did you begin
Taking care of
Yourself
For the sake
Of
Yourself?
To hold more
Love
And
Life.
What does the pain uncover?
Where do I stand if I never began?
How do I face it
And not feed it?
Boundary lends a path.
Space invites epiphany.
My breath and story live within.
Do you have the
capacity to see someone as they are.
Their unique channel of feeling loved.
And send some in their direction?
Are you able to let yourself be seen.
Aware of how you receive love.
And openly let it in?
Expand to connect.
Feeling cared for
Can be as simple as
Being considered
When decisions are made.
I got a mammal with floppy ears to protect me.
His furry body is armor against over thinking.
His wagging tail a sword that cuts off apathy.
And his warm body a barricade against loneliness.
Connection is love and love is connection.
What does it mean to be imperfect?
Embracing each crack in your wholeness.
Integrating tarnish into your being.
To be imperfect is to be vulnerable.
To show up sincerely as yourself.
Facing imperfection, without flaunting it, is nearly perfect.