I want to live where soul meets body
And let the sun wrap its arms around me
And bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing
And feel, feel what its like to be new
Cause in my head there’s a greyhound station
Where I send my thoughts to far off destinations
So they may have a chance of finding a place
where they’re far more suited than here
I cannot guess what we'll discover
We turn the dirt with our palms cupped like shovels
But I know our filthy hands can wash one another’s
And not one speck will remain
I do believe it’s true
That there are roads left in both of our shoes
But if the silence takes you
Then I hope it takes me too
So brown eyes I hold you near
Cause you’re the only song I want to hear
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
Where soul meets body
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
The self.
"It is better to live your own destiny imperfectly than to live an imitation of somebody else's life with perfection."
- The Bhagavad Gita
Being surrounded by the many amazing people I am, I continually find myself wishing I were like a few choice people I know.
Thank you universe, for the reminder that being ME is just fine and that I should relish in my uniqueness and not strive to be the duplicate of anyone, even if those "anyones" that I wish to emulate are amazing.
- The Bhagavad Gita
Being surrounded by the many amazing people I am, I continually find myself wishing I were like a few choice people I know.
Thank you universe, for the reminder that being ME is just fine and that I should relish in my uniqueness and not strive to be the duplicate of anyone, even if those "anyones" that I wish to emulate are amazing.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Thursday, March 10, 2011
If I'm not feeling in extremes, I'm not feeling anything at all.
I've been in sort of a funk lately. I'm not sure why. Ok, in the name of honesty, I have a pretty good idea why, but I don't think I'm ready to go there quite yet.
Anywho.
My mind is spinning with thoughts of poetry and it's days like today that I wish I was gifted in that domain. That talent would really come in handy for me this particular week, as a matter of fact. You see, for one of my classes we were given the assignment to write a poem. Not just any poem. A poem with 14 specific words that must be included at some point. Wow. I recall one of my very first blog posts being an "object" poem that I was assigned in my creative writing class last year. I had to include 3 specific words and writing that thing was pure torture. I still read it and cringe.
Despite my recently established "funk," in which normally I would feel at least some inspiration, I'm left completely impression-less. I even searched out old notebooks in hopes that I would find neurotic stimulation to put me up to this tedious task. Unfortunately, I found nothing of the sort. Instead I came across some old depressing poems I had forgotten about, but somehow feel like sharing. This one ironically fits in perfectly with this week.
When I wrote this, I dedicated it to Riley-- for her birthday.
I realize that no one, probably not even the person I wrote it for will get it.
I will post it anyway, sharing my depth through vagueness once again. For that, my friends, is an art-form I have MASTERED.
Hidden behind the anger, the resentment
beneath the scars, the physical
witness of an internal battle
lies a girl who is everything.
Bright. Witty. Bold. Beautiful.
Consumed by her own self-loathing.
She appears empty, but I will show
you a girl who knows this is not so.
Hidden behind stillness and apparent
unshaken strength
beneath poetic words full of power
a true poster child for hope and healing
lies a girl who is nothing
Hollow. Empty. Weak. Alone.
Consumed by her own self-loathing.
Yup, definitely fits the funk this week.
Anywho.
My mind is spinning with thoughts of poetry and it's days like today that I wish I was gifted in that domain. That talent would really come in handy for me this particular week, as a matter of fact. You see, for one of my classes we were given the assignment to write a poem. Not just any poem. A poem with 14 specific words that must be included at some point. Wow. I recall one of my very first blog posts being an "object" poem that I was assigned in my creative writing class last year. I had to include 3 specific words and writing that thing was pure torture. I still read it and cringe.
Despite my recently established "funk," in which normally I would feel at least some inspiration, I'm left completely impression-less. I even searched out old notebooks in hopes that I would find neurotic stimulation to put me up to this tedious task. Unfortunately, I found nothing of the sort. Instead I came across some old depressing poems I had forgotten about, but somehow feel like sharing. This one ironically fits in perfectly with this week.
When I wrote this, I dedicated it to Riley-- for her birthday.
I realize that no one, probably not even the person I wrote it for will get it.
I will post it anyway, sharing my depth through vagueness once again. For that, my friends, is an art-form I have MASTERED.
Hidden behind the anger, the resentment
beneath the scars, the physical
witness of an internal battle
lies a girl who is everything.
Bright. Witty. Bold. Beautiful.
Consumed by her own self-loathing.
She appears empty, but I will show
you a girl who knows this is not so.
Hidden behind stillness and apparent
unshaken strength
beneath poetic words full of power
a true poster child for hope and healing
lies a girl who is nothing
Hollow. Empty. Weak. Alone.
Consumed by her own self-loathing.
Yup, definitely fits the funk this week.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Horoscopes.
I've always been a fan of horoscopes. I don't necessarily follow them religiously, but I think they can have elements of "truth." No matter what, they are least fun to read, right? I read mine this morning and I really liked it and thought I would share:
"Give your guardian angels and the powers that be the benefit of the doubt right now, moonchild. You may feel like your back is against the wall, or that you are hopelessly caught up in a problem that you won't be able to find your way out of. You may even feel forsaken and alone. But you are not. There is a great light of love surrounding you. You are protected and guarded and guided, and if you open up your heart enough to feel the love, you will be comforted by it. Allow yourself to feel safe. Have faith that everything will work out. You will have what you need."
I was really kind of touched because it fit so well with where I'm at right now and some of the experiences I've had this week. I think I easily forget about the guardian angels I have been blessed with, but just last night during yoga I felt this amazing connection to their presence and their love. I am seriously so grateful for this week. I finally feel on top of the world and that life has meaning and purpose again. I've been mindlessly wandering for far too long. It's good to be back home.
"Give your guardian angels and the powers that be the benefit of the doubt right now, moonchild. You may feel like your back is against the wall, or that you are hopelessly caught up in a problem that you won't be able to find your way out of. You may even feel forsaken and alone. But you are not. There is a great light of love surrounding you. You are protected and guarded and guided, and if you open up your heart enough to feel the love, you will be comforted by it. Allow yourself to feel safe. Have faith that everything will work out. You will have what you need."
I was really kind of touched because it fit so well with where I'm at right now and some of the experiences I've had this week. I think I easily forget about the guardian angels I have been blessed with, but just last night during yoga I felt this amazing connection to their presence and their love. I am seriously so grateful for this week. I finally feel on top of the world and that life has meaning and purpose again. I've been mindlessly wandering for far too long. It's good to be back home.
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