A Change in the Weather

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It is amazing how the seasons change

when you give up feeling burdened by the rain

when you let the sky spill its wrath upon your face

and embrace the rage like a friend who went away

when the steam from your skin

speaks the fire of your bones

singing long forgotten volumes

in seasonal tones

 

Focus

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I don’t want to spend money

I want to spend time with you

playing games like they use to

in those movies

from the eighties

when a song and a hairstyle fixed everything

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I want to drink wine and talk about the wind

temperature

taste

how it feels against your face

I don’t want to spend money

I want to spend my life looking

around at all the places

zooming in

focusing

on all the smiles that we made

 

Witness

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There is a bravery that comes from being able to look at yourself in the mirror and see what the world has done to you and you, in turn, to the world. Too often people spend time pretending they’re perfect. They lie to their mirrors and tell their eyes that they’re ok. Eyes are the biggest liars in the world. They see only what they think you want to see but they do not show you what must be witnessed.

Witness the homeless man on the street corner without drugs you presume he takes.

Witness the children, starving on television screens and don’t convince yourself they’re actors in some Oscar winning scene.

Witness the lie of those whose mouths curve upwards, when you make a joke at their expense.

Remember that pain is not often witnessed, by indicators you have grown up to believe.

 

 

Beauty & Starvation

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If you have nothing at all then you have nothing to lose.

This is the flawed philosophy I carry around like a tonne of bricks tied to my back. I don’t believe I willingly choose this state of thinking. Sometimes thoughts simply become you – a result of all your experiences.

Are we not the total sum of everything that made us? (or unmade us?)

I saw a picture last night of a young boy. His skin was practically touching bone and his eyes were deep black pools. It was as if no soul existed behind his face. Like it had been sucked away by circumstance.

We are all born into different circumstances.

I was born into a circumstance where food was given to me as comfort, and eyes were given to make me uncomfortable.

He was born into a circumstance where food was rarely given, and I’m sure that is more uncomfortable than the unhappiness I feel when I look into the mirror.

I think about food and what it’ll do to my hips.

For a long time I never truly considered the millions of souls dragging their hips along the dirt, gasping for breath.

I wonder about the tears they would shed if shown my local grocery store. I also wonder about the reflections I stop to stare at in every mirror of every store. How I examine every curve, every line, every fold.

And lastly, I think about how I never stop to consider, the beauty of a nourished soul.

 

 

 

 

Today’s Thought

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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.

Sisterhood

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There is a joy of sisters

who know both the Sun and the Moon of our soul

and the constellations of our mind

Who breathe the light that radiates from our eyes

and grieve with us the death of a smile

Who know the beauty of a teardrop

falling gently on a naked shoulder

The salty sting to bind them in

an embrace only felt by sculptures

 moulded side by side