Our senses, restored, never
to be the same, whisper to us.
They existed. They existed.
We can be. Be and be
better. For they existed.
Category: poetry
I Heard Your Voice In The Wind Today
I heard your voice in the wind today
and I turned to see your face;
The warmth of the wind caressed me
as I stood silently in place.
Recipe for a new outlook
I hereby present the deliciously tasty: new outlook cake! If you are feeling frazzled, burnt out, or off balance, then drop everything and let’s start metaphorically baking!
Slow Dance
Have you ever watched kids on a merry-go-round, or listened to rain slapping the ground? Ever followed a butterfly’s erratic flight, or gazed at the sun fading into the night? You better slow down, don’t dance so fast, time is short, the music won’t last. Do you run through each day on the fly, when […]
Quotes of Inspiration: June
For some reason it seemed like life moved slower when I was a kid. It feels like the older I get, the faster it goes. Its as if its building momentum with each passing year. I don’t know how to slow this, I don’t want to blink and suddenly be 80 years old.
Words of Inspiration: May
In Canada (specifically in Ottawa) this is about the time of year when the snow has almost entirely melted. The weather remains slightly cool but the sun keeps getting warmer and warmer. Everyone is relieved to say goodbye to the miserable, bitter winter. It’s a time of year buzzing with hope as that sweet taste of early summer lingers teasingly in the air […]
Words of Inspiration: April
“Don’t ask yourself what the world needs, ask yourself what makes you come alive. And then go and do that. Because what the world needs is people who are alive.”
Digging for jewels: The journey of self-discovery
In a way, we’re all out there doing our fieldwork on ourselves, bearing the elements and finding clues to piece ourselves together.
You are exactly where you need to be
This gave me tremendous comfort.
Sometimes the things we love will kill us, but weren’t we dying anyway?
Love letter to self – by Warsan Shire I forgive you for being afraid. I forgive you, soft spoken girl speaking with fake brash voice, fooling no one. I see you, tender even on your hardest days. I forgive you, waiting for him to call. I forgive you, the diets and the cruel friends. […]
