Taking into account of what mattersletting go of expectationsaccepting what isshedding the dreams ofwhat wasn’t meant to beputting feelings into artappreciating the smallordinary momentsthe taste of a lavendermatcha calms my morningas conversation flowssmoothly
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Gathering
The days of gathering in these cold monthsreminders of autumn dayswhere celebrations occurred in simpler ways.I stop for once catch my breathtake stock of whatI had and havereminders of what will remain unsaid.
Summer Days
In the field of flowersa distant memory of summera photo from my mothera gift from the futurefrom the southern hemisphere the pure joy of flowerstheir colors light upunder the cloudy daythe warmth of weatherallows them to staya delight I admirea pure warmth ofmy soul as snowfalls out my windowin the present.
Before Coffee
The rhythm of the morningbegins with the lightcoming in through closed blindsI catch inspirationthrough the magicof believing anything is possible…Before reality or the state of where I findmyself mentally comes inwith all the reasonswhy not to write.The weightlessness that comesfrom a glass of winehas long faded withanother version of meI will reckon with later.For now,Continue reading “Before Coffee”
January Snow
Snow used to causeso much anxiety in my body.I could never appreciate the beauty of January snow,all I focused on the harmit could bring to me.Now I pause to admirethe quiet of a morningwith the snow falling.The years have taught meto trust myself traveling.Roads will be clearedin time to venture out.Drive slow on snowy roadsIContinue reading “January Snow”
So It Goes
By the wateralong the roadI follow my stepsor so it goes.The little thingspass the timetry to findmagic in the ordinary sanity in the chaos. I find the magic but questions left unanswered for I cannot seethe full picture yet I remain steadyfor all I can control isme, myself, and Isomehow I have sanityout of theContinue reading “So It Goes”
Dial
Changing the dial on the stories we tell ourselves. Choosing positivity over spiraling. Embracing exhaustionwhen sleep doesn’t come, thankful for warmth of our bodies. Sometimes the mindchooses to race, let it run for eventually it will circle back around.
Sea Foam
The bubbling sound of the sea lingers in the below-freezing air as it hits the rocks covered in a light dusting of morning snow. It reminds me of soda. Winter. The changing of weather patterns makes my body repel from outside activity but I seek out the sea regardless for its beauty and mystery compelsContinue reading “Sea Foam”
In-Between
The week in-betweenholidays is quiet. Everyone unsure of what they should be doing,little work to get done. The northern hemisphere has frozen over, it’s prettyto look at but coldto go into. The days of the yearcome to a close, I amgrateful for allthat has happened,thankful there’s moreto come.
POV
For Patti Smith Your work opened doorsin my mind I hadn’t seen before.The gratitude your wordsgave me to make sense ofwhat being an artist iswill forever be ingrainedin my thought process.For it gave me a placeto put my feelings instead of holding the weight,I write, and let it go.
Kelly Severseike 