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One step up and two steps back…

22 Jul

You wanna know what living life to the fullest actually is?

It’s waking up on Monday morning with no complaints.
It’s knowing you always deserve to laugh.
It’s doing what feels right no matter what. Doing what you want regardless of how stupid you look.
Its following your heart and not worrying about the mistakes you made.
Admitting that you’ve changed your mind.
It’s about being yourself, because no one can tell you you’re doing it wrong.

So it begins… A new idea.

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A heart’s dream.

24 Dec

I do not need a symbol
Of love, a common heart shape to decorate a cake.
The heart that is supposed to belong, or break.

All hearts are meant to pound,
This is to be expected, the hearts
normal struggle against being drowned.

Most hearts live small,
But some hearts dream further; they force you to listen,
to dream past the front gate.

It’s a constant pestering in my ears,
A caught moth in a burning flame,
A burst water main at the end of your street.

Because it’s not enough to dream that small.
Its not enough to wait by the wall.

Unless you follow, the heart will ache and the hearts true mystery still awaits.
You’ll find it at the boarding gate.

Between the stars and the earth

9 Dec

Sandwiched that night between the stars and the earth I felt so small and insignificant.
I remember once looking out through the window of an always open mind, thinking how giant mountains seemed to be only as high as the ridges of your fingertips, while the deepest valleys hardly seemed to scratch the surface.

It keeps me asking everyday what is all the fuss about?
The world can become so small, but I can’t drop that sense of wonder.
My eyes will always lift to the horizon, the heart will always hear the story unfold.
And just this once I’ll let the comfort of my smallness hold me as my thoughts drift away and I fall asleep into this night.

Glory bound

1 Dec

Life is a growing expedition
Through the twisted and tangled, unfilled in parts.
What happens when I leave this place?
Because of the fear we don’t trust
Our own choices?
our story? our colours?
Be afraid and leap regardless.
Keep watching, waiting, take the leap.

Push into the questions of our lives when nothing feels clear.
We have a chance to do absolutely anything, to reach out to another, vulnerable and true.
To dance on the rooftops in euphoria, to sing in the ocean, to dream proud and loud. Take it.
Just let go.

What are you afraid of?

This chance is not every moment, but it is mine, and now it is yours.
Take that ticket, board that plane.
I’m taking a chance on the wind.
I’m packing all my bags
Making a mistake I’ve got to make
And I’m glory bound.

Pink Jasmine

30 Nov

Grow pink jasmine in a room that always stays yours
Remember building dreams and talk of leaving.
And how to play hard way past dinner.
Remember about thoughts and graces
Remember to let down and admit overwhelm
I am going to try to ease up on rushing the tie down of who I am.
Let it stay loose and supple
Let myself change- reinvent, try it all differently
Be kind,
Be grace,
Be true.
Just simply, be you.

One girl’s thoughts

8 Nov

I want to leave traces of truth.
Traces of what it actually feels like.
Of What can be told today.

I apologize so often for myself. I catch myself so carefully, constructing my actions.
Keep the love steady, the acceptance strong. The understanding in place.

I want to give it up, start something new, fall out of line. Allow it to happen
by chance, by dream, by those thoughts youve never seen, by my own ideas unforseen.

We came from the past…

8 Nov

Tonight I was surrounded by friends that I love. We shared lyrics, heard thoughts and laughed
around candles and colours of maybe…around what ifs and wishes.
I soaked in the warm songs of a tribe.

I know happiness although its not perfect rightness, just a softening for understanding for the way life is going.

This has all happened before us, we came from the past from songs and fire and sideways glances.
We create it all over again,
untied and loose
we travel together
Making it to the next landing point, hands in fists, standing tall;
eyes wide open.