trigger warning: suicide, eating disorders, depression
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breathe
it has been hard lately. and it feels as though it is getting heavier still. but always the pen is light. and just as I have done before. i will write myself out of the darkness. breathe🍃 Featured Image: @ronyhernandes
the ritual
i find peace in the small acts: lighting the incense the sage the candles this ritual -before the rituals of chanting and meditation- is the sweetest hypnotic release - another ode to self-care routines the first ode: the sweet solace of the moments we give to our selves Featured Image by @hellokalequeen
travelling solo- travelling to yourself
travelling alone makes you brave it gives you moments to discover innate parts of yourself that you might subconciously hide travelling alone, teaches you how to be your own companion how to enjoy stillness it teaches you to be still, even when afraid I have learnt so many beautiful lessons about myself on solo trips.... Continue Reading →
dissonance
on removing oneself from disharmonious relationships and spaces. to learn gentleness once again
autumn
i imagine had i fallen i would want you to treat it as autumn as if I were leaf falling from a tree, nature running its course do not gesticulate and fan yourselves wildly as if burning from the summer heat i had long been a flower losing its light
i trust myself
October 2016, At a 'Healing Retreat', one of the participants says: "I trust myself" and I burst into tears. Three simple words. I think about them everyday and sometimes like that day, I hurt. I have always had 'trust issues'. You can't trust anyone. Its a lesson I am taught through pain and at perhaps... Continue Reading →
-the elusive healing power of vitamin d
I was waiting for the sun they said it would heal they wrote it on prescription pads over and over again so i dreamt of the sun, i, a cynic prayed for the light i wrote many poems hoping to coax her out of her hiding when like a queen striding out to meet her... Continue Reading →
the hard children
the world is a hard place so we raise children with fire and brimstone with grit We harden them to the embodied parts of themselves. prize reason, and rationale over feeling and being the world is a hard place so we raise hard children and so the cycle of the hard world continues perhaps we... Continue Reading →
the obscure hall and its hollow walls
I am wandering around the obscure walls of the sunken place searching its oblique halls and I can't see past the darkness and the emptiness. there is only hollowness. I am alone, frightened, unable to fathom my surroundings. It is as if the hollowness of this place came to hollow me out. It reverberates through... Continue Reading →
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