When you feel like you want to be cruel be kind. Trust me. You’ll end your day with a smile on your face instead of a “victim’s” frown.
Meditation changed my life. If you haven’t tried it or think its hippy dippy nonsense then you will never understand the relief that comes from escaping yourself for 30 minutes. The first time I meditated, I woke to discover that the person I thought I was never truly existed. At 25 years old I met myself for the first time.
It’s ok to start all over again everyday. Sometimes you just need to feel like you can change something tomorrow. I like waking up everyday and believing it’s the beginning of my new life. That way I can approach people like I’m meeting them for the first time. There’s so much more joy in life when every part of the so-called “mundane” weekday has something new to discover.
There’s an invisible barrier
separating my skin from the warm caress of this Thursday afternoon
A shield to guard the realm of my infinite body
the one inside that sometimes sneaks out to play under the summertime sun
One that kisses the molecules of water
rising unbeknownst to most men
I shyly embrace the flowers between my toes
as though they had snuck here in a sinister manner
like the neighbour boy
through a window
trying not to be seen
My feet and hands walk the wooden stairs to my manicured garden
turning away from the freshly trimmed grass to admire the weeds
and watch I will
the wavering clouds that say goodbye with such delight
They will not rain down today
and wash away this infinite girl who glides through the day
as one glides on ice
Molecules of Peppermint tea
float in swirling waves
permeating the air
disappearing into the realm of colourful worlds
and as the heat fades
you will no longer leave me
you will crawl down my inside skin
To spend less time thinking about what I don’t have
To spend more time giving to those who are truly missing something
I lived in London a couple years ago. I decided to move there on my own because I was a shy 23 year old who had just finished her teaching degree. I looked back on my four years of study and realized that I had wasted so much time waiting around for my life to start.
I had literally spent four years waiting for life to find me while I watched TV and ate pasta. I had come so far in life it would seem. From a young optimistic four year old making pasta necklaces, to a 23 year old woman eating pasta so often it decided to hang around (namely on her gut and thighs).
So anyway, I did the only thing I thought I could do to actively change my life. I ran away.
For everyone who cared about me, I called it an adventure, my chance to see the world. However, in reality, I was just so fucking done with my life. I needed a break from it.
I recall one particular lonely London day. I was sitting on my bed marking assessments. I was listening to Hozier on repeat because I had chosen his latest album to be my woeful theme music.
The room was so big, too big. There were too many empty spaces surrounding me. I hated it. I could feel the entire vacant space swirl around as I continued to scratch red lines onto paper I could barely read (seriously, kids, it is not that hard to separate your letters).
The walls had been covered with ugly off-white wallpaper that was peeling in places. I could see yellow stains here and there and I wondered what disgusting find I may stumble upon if I was to peel back the wallpaper completely.
I feel like people pride themselves on having so much space. It is as if you are suddenly important because you have purchased the emptiness between the distances of stuff.
In the end, it does not matter how much distance you purchase, for I had realized on that lonely London day that I would much rather be closer to things.
I’m learning to listen
to where my feet want to take me
Rather than the whispers
of the world that made me
Superfood Fetta Salad, Roasted chick peas and sweet potato chips with Avocado & lemon.