Home

The places we call home often change with the tide yet the feeling of home dwells in the depth of the heart

The comfort of belonging washing upon the shores of a lost mind

The consistency of a place to rest swells between sets of turmoil

The knowing of self reflected in ever changing pools of transparency

The buoyancy of a heart filled with bliss returns the castaway home

Deliquesce

…to melt away, liquify or dissolve

the weight of a thought into

lightness of breath 

the solidity of structure into

fluidity of change

the constriction of boundaries into

freedom of imagination 

Felicific

Joy in what was once mundane,

growth with reprioritization,

sanctuary within the self,

eyes open to the collective consciousness,

the interconnectedness of humanity,

the energy of community,

exploring the individual as the undivided whole,

shapes and shades merging,

life intertwined,

passionate expression,

shadows exposed,

evolution,

the phenomenal power we have to create our own human existence

Renaissance

Renaissance

Passionate growth cultivated within the confines of isolation

Vibrant focus on the present moment as time unveils

Dramatic awakening to a wish

The herald of a new beginning

vivid

to actively dream

allowing innocence to flourish

cradeling a secret desire

scattering seeds of light into infinite darkness

gently caressing contrast and softening sharp edges

remembering the power in every choice

unwrapping pure intention

to live beyond circumstance

Fortitude

Watching the clouds drift through the sky, dissolving and reshaping, like an unfinished painting
Reflections on the water moving as if they are the water, yet they are merely borrowing the surface
The scenery in front of me, shifting depending on my focus
Reality blowing through my hair with the wind
So many moving parts to create this moment, none of them secure.
My mind retreats like the setting sun, into the quiet stillness I know deep within myself.

The space where infinitely free air meets seemingly solid, contained earth: the horizon line.  The fine line where possibility meets reality, where spirit meets body, where paint meets canvas.  Somewhere within that line is a melding space with an energy like no other. The juxtaposition of elements creating a vibration, a friction, adversity.  The alchemy of fortitude… An integral strength and vitality, a golden thread connecting all living things. I can feel it coursing through my spine.  This is my security, my well of endurance, my fortitude.

Kissed

I noticed the blossoms.  Light breaking through the melancholic spring sky, gently interrupting my cloudy thoughts.  Little white wings freely fluttering amongst themselves. Whispering something about pure potential, growth, and releasing the past.  The cycle of seasons continues, regardless of thoughts, emotions, or quarantine. Spring has always tested my patience.  It seems to be indecisive; one day it’s winter, the next it’s summer.  It never fails to snow again just when I paint my toes and pull out the flip flops. Spring likes to remind me nature has it’s own schedule and there is beauty in waiting. Instinctively, the restorative dormancy of winter allows for the vibrant vitality of summer. Sometime in between, the illusive pastel transition of spring allows creativity to gently awaken. When I think of spring, and this moment, as a time of metamorphosis, my patience takes a breath. My watery, itchy eyes know a new vision is in the making.  I can feel the blossoms floating down to gently kiss my face, I got the message… It’s ok to simply wait.