There are few things in life that are more soothing to me than coloring. Coloring. Markers, crayons, colored pencils, chalk. Anything. And so I have decided to write about it, for the sake of writing about it - and it'll all be in organized little lines, like my poems or prose pieces. In the turmoil … Continue reading Reaching Stillness
Month: July 2015
Amélie
She leans back and the light from outside the window flashes on her exposed teeth, framed by slightly parted lips. The vintage gramophone on her nightstand has been trumpeting the orchestral "Non, je ne regretted rein," over and over for the past hour. She doesn't tire of it, and moves the needle to play it … Continue reading Amélie
Namaste
I have never felt the need for yoga for some Namaste some calculated, deep breathing for some peace and quiet intermixed with Spanish guitar or soulful reggae, more than in this moment. My mind cannot quiet, again. My heart won't slow, again. My eyes flash, throwing mini daggers, even the chatty ones avoid me my … Continue reading Namaste
A 5 Minute Search for Peace
I try to find my "inner self," my "center" (feeling knowledgeable because I read about it - some hippie article online) So - I close my eyes. Breathe, they said to breathe, listen to your heartbeat. I can't find it. and then I realize - I left my heart at home, under a pile of … Continue reading A 5 Minute Search for Peace
Be Still, My Heart
I remember when you were my brother my possible lover and today I'm thinking of you when I haven't considered you in months one word, one sentence crushing a friendship like an unavoidable spite-filled ton of bricks. I think I thought of you because I heard a song we listened to it over and over … Continue reading Be Still, My Heart
Closed Dialogue
you know what's fascinating no I won't wait for you to guess my impatience betrays me as I blurt out OUR ABILITY TO HEAL. I had a cut on my finger, small yet stinging, stinging, stinging, it distracted me from my day and don't interrupt me, this is important, now it is gone. the skin … Continue reading Closed Dialogue
Echo
I chose the name "Echo" because that's how this all came about - a piece sent to a friend, a "What do you think of this?" and the response was a morsel of prose, the perfect echo. From there it became a search for increased creativity, and friends from all over the country have beautifully … Continue reading Echo
