My heart is beating out of my chest, the only thing to do is match my steps. I had given up running for a few years but was back at it with a vengeance.
Running again
Uncertain futures and rising plans
If your plans have fallen through because of the pandemic, welcome to the club! Not the only one by far, I feel hesitant and lost.
No outside validation – gratitude for all things
What we are looking for is where we are looking from.If we wait for the outside world to praise us, we will forever remain a follower.
Gratitude is an action – or how to do a gratitude journal properly
A friend of mine recently shared in my fellowship her discovery: gratitude is an action, not a feeling. Denominating it as a mere emotion degrades gratitude, and it changed the way I write out my daily (well, weekly) gratitude journal. No longer is it enough to be grateful for my home, my friends, and my... Continue Reading →
Exit through the shape they drew #poem
Step by step away from you Step by wrecks to get to gloom Step by step I sing to you May our fates forget us two. Close the door on wishes who Close to hearts forget us too Closest words jump out to who May stand close and paint us blue. Exit through the shape... Continue Reading →
Sheep in snake’s clothing #poem
Have you ever sat down and counted the lives you’ve led? Good daughter, class clown, all the heartbreaks you’ve met, Like a sheep in snake’s clothing, the lies you shed, And if the next dream breaks, at least your heart is fed. Have you ever sat down and counted the people you’ve crossed? Who see... Continue Reading →
Night falls, I call #poem
And if I sing of home, I dream of mountains not yet climbed, I let the birds travel through my voice And twist my vocal chords into a nest Large enough to house a lonely traveller. And if I sing of hell, I point at shadows under my own bed, Climb the duvet to flatten... Continue Reading →
Mind’s seasoning #poem
To stay the same While leaves play dress up in the mind What a shame To choose cornfields over winter beach sanding What a waste When one is standing where no one can find.
Manicfestation #poem
a wide grey canvas clouds my eyes wall of pine trees stretching high in between, a stone sits shy peel off moss: here he lies rotten bouquet sprouting flies joined by you and me and sky flecks of blackbirds passing by breathe out desperate, inhale wide cold fresh air and specks of light any ghosts... Continue Reading →
From the sublime to the ridiculous #poem
How lovely to walk in the dark Skies to kiss my echoes Streetlights burning frivolous How strange to dodge the waves Lapping at sand my size Latching on scales limitless How fragile to quieten the thoughts From my bed to the sea From the sublime to the ridiculous
Reparent Your Soul 