release

Some flowers I found

I sat silently, cross-legged, upon the green field,

submerged in soft petals of yellow and teal.

Off in the distance a painting of sounds

I was hazily curious as I looked around.

The breeze sang through the hot sun on my skin

and I closed my eyes (just to take it all in).

Fully surrounded by essence and smell

of the pine or the elm or the birch, I can't tell.

Teardrops spilled over as I felt the infusion

fascination so clear it erased my contusions.

To my surprise came epiphanies abound

as I took a deep breath, here's what I found:

to release is to see clear-headed and free;

to surrender the urges to run and to flee.

Spacedust and starlight is of our devise

and each of its fragments come in various size.

Wavelengths of hue and vibrational queue

this brilliance inspires us to begin anew

and as we observe what exists in us here

we unleash the cobwebs of darkness and fear.

yin & yang

Challenges come at us from all different directions
even when we aren't prepared
we are offered a chance to grow
to see ourselves in a new light
to view our most cherished treasures from a new perspective
to focus harder, to walk stronger, to be braver.

I'm a pretty feminine girl. But every time I go through a really tough situation I always seem to unintentionally opt for jeans and sneakers and a firm, impervious attitude along with it. I was thinking about this the other day, how I tend to express myself externally based on how I am feeling internally. And although I don't mean to draw any stereotypical lines here, I literally unite with my masculine side when I'm feeling really bruised.

But I like it. That's how I've been feeling lately. Really tough and nonchalant. Though I'm beginning to soften again and actually the colour pink has been my newest muse these days. For the longest time I detested the colour pink. After I awoke spiritually I felt as though pink emanated a superficial, materialistic vibe, of which I was vehemently straying from. But I have been finding myself open up to it again as I actually feel rather pleasant and pretty when I'm exposed to it. I've been really wanting more colour in my life as I don't wear much vibrancy, but I don't do well in bright, bold colours. I feel best in earthy, soft tones and patterns. For the longest time I wore mostly black and gray (that's my capricorn-ness), but I've learned the importance of exposing yourself to certain colours, especially within the chakra teachings, so as to activate different energies.

I've been thinkin' about how. How things manifest in our lives even when we are deeply doubtful. How often we question, "How will this work out? How will this happen? How will this get better? I just don't see how". We can never really ever know how things in life will unfold. Logistically speaking, yes, we can plan and figure out and organize but when it really comes down to it, we can never really know every minute detail that will take place in any given situation. I think it's really important that we refrain from asking how so much. Sometimes it forms a barrier - we don't see or believe how things could possibly happen or how something in our life could possibly manifest and in turn refrain from going forward. If we just relax, stop questioning, recognize that we don't and can't always have all the answers, and just let life flow and unravel, all of the "hows" will happen.

listen

I sat and listened to the world today
the sounds that whirl through the breeze
birds remind me of summer mornings
and dew on the grass.

I made a really excellent green smoothie this morning, it was way better than the smoothies that I normally make which are usually always the same. This is my new favourite:

2 bananas
1 cup mixed frozen fruit: peach, mango, strawberry
2 large handfuls of baby spinach
1/2 cup almond milk
1 tsp hemp seed
1 tbsp ground flaxseed

storybook sunrise

Just after 7 o'clock I woke up to a peculiar sunrise. Shades of blue, purple, pink and yellow painted the sky to the east; a stormy gray to the north. I wanted to climb out my window and melt into the picturesque scenery. My mind felt as sharp as a clear water stream as I breathed in the few short flickers of beaming, beautiful sun that was cloaked behind the wildly swaying trees. The wind has been reckless all night and the sound of it made the break of day even more mystical.

I felt like I was in a storybook. I sat and contemplated the strength of trees; how they fluidly blow about in adaptation to their circumstances, without complaint, without judgement. I admire this concept.

You know I'm feeling whole when my life is a poem.