There’s a little girl that lives in my heart
Oh the stories she tells, the images she draws
She speaks a lot, of poetry and freedom
Of sleeping in the wild
She sometimes lets me in on the magic she holds in her hands
and oftentimes she pleads to be seen
It’s not time, I tell her
She won’t take my word for it
Sometimes I even tell her it’s too late
She used to sing, never in tune
Oh how I long to hear her sing
a pandemic ‘humor me’ poem
Do you want to do this with me?
As cliché as it might be
close your eyes now
can you see?
We are dancing the night away
no space between us, bumping into strangers and not apologizing
Hugging and kissing after a weekend away
Shops are open outside and in
Sharing tables at crowded dine-ins
There is no risk in traveling
What is social distancing anyway?
I haven’t heard of this oxymoron before today
A face mask is a scrub I use once a week
To make my skin glow
What pandemic? Oh…
You are not a physical being in this lame day
No need to drive yourself anywhere today
You don’t pay bills and buy groceries
You don’t catch up with time
or tell lies
Fear, just a glorious phantom
Politics, another cheap fiction
Telepathy, our way of communication
Fewer spoken words, less hypocrisy
No need to RSVP
grow older and younger with a flip of a page
And grasp it all
what is yours and what is mine
and some borrowed thoughts, not ours
to ponder, to drink
No boredom, no shame
No phones to answer
Nothing lame about it
he kept fear in his pockets
his currency in every exchange
The kind of fear that crawls up his toes
when a line of poetry touches them
Here’s an image
of a white-haired man
half a smile on his face
half a past
He wears his pants so tight
He wears his smile
the fragments of your breath
those you held
under the depths of water
those you scattered
around a field of sun
the one you granted
with a kiss
and those you gasped
in a moment of loss
bring them back
to your BEAST
fill your lungs
with ocean and sun
pain and bliss
all of it
And how to use the same reasons to salvage your courage
Growing up, courage was a natural trait; I never had to think about mustering up enough courage to do certain things. I was always seeking the extraordinary; always on the look out for the next adventure.
I would often hear people say: “how brave of you to leave your job” or “are you crazy, solo skydiving on your first jump?
Back in the day, when I would hear such wondrous statements, I remember thinking: “why are people so astounded by what I seek out to do?” …
Even on our best days when everything is going right, we may often hear a voice in our head that usually starts with two heavy words: “If Only”.
What comes after these two words is typically the grass that is greener on the other side.
“If only I can be a freelancer and own my time”, “If only I have more money”, “If only I live closer to the sea”…etc. No matter what it is, the point being, in your head IT is better than what IS.
This naturally causes us to feel a little resistance to where we are…
How many times have you prayed for flow to bestow its blessings upon you as you watched the cursor flickering on your screen, begging you to type anything so it can move a little?
Or stared into a white canvas holding your brush and hoping flow would make an appearance anytime soon?
The idea of flow is beautiful, but the state of flow is transcendental. It feels like an out of body experience, like having connected with the source of all inspiration. …
The stereotypical image of minimalism is living in a trailer home and owning only that which you need on a daily basis.
Maybe when we hear the word “minimalist”, we feel fear crawling up our toes thinking it entails giving up everything we love and value, so we hold on to everything and decide that minimalism is not for us.
On the other hand, we might find ourselves engaging in acts of seasonal decluttering that leave us feeling so refreshed after throwing away everything that doesn’t serve us anymore, so we do it every now and then to free up…
The 10 Things You Can Choose from to Get Back on Track
Two years ago, I learned how to get into this beautiful place in my mind and body where everything feels expanded and light and in alignment with my true nature.
This is a place that Esther Hicks calls “The Vortex”.
Imagine an energy bubble that is floating right above your head. Whenever you dream of something or ask for something to be in your future, you put it in this bubble of energy. …
I write about what worked with me throughout my healing journey, some poetry and day-to-day humanness. Getting over the fear of sharing my writing. Be kind