You are love. You are beauty. You are truth. In each moment, know that you are enough. Know that the present moment has everything you need in it. Stay present. Live each moment. Be true to yourself. Have you noticed how when you don't feel like you are enough, nothing feels enough in your life?… Continue reading you are love, beauty, & truth
What if instead of judging and labeling our experiences, we used them as a vehicle towards our continuous transformation and growth? We could live instead of merely just exist. —Lissa E. photo by harold.lloyd.
A couple months ago I made a list of simple things that made me happy like yoga, listening to music, eating healthy, being creative, reading, etc... I sought out to include one or more of those things in my life every day. The results? I felt a lot happier than I did before. Seems kind of… Continue reading Choosing happiness
photo by ojaipatrick. I kiss my demons at night and bathe myself in their kerosene grins. I pour liquor and sugar on my ginger colored edges and lay on baking sheet liner deep in their smoky inner hollows. My skin wrinkles and hardens but it never changes form. I never become fire. I don't even… Continue reading burn me.
photo by meg greer. *** "i put your pancreas in the blender," oliver said. "it spurted red colors so dark, they almost seemed blueish brown." "how could you do something so important without me?" i asked. "you're not an artist. you're nearly color blind. you never see what i see." it was an impossible conversation.… Continue reading blender
photo by melolou. *** animal's strokefists cannot permeate the small treehouse in my mind where poppa's smell of crushed sage and honey decorate the walls with warmth. i climb the heavy branches and press my feet against the grooves in the bark until i enter the soft cushion of his smell. it whispers love and… Continue reading make believe treehouse
photo by guiba6. *** sometimes he calls me and i remember what joy is like -- a small explosion that leaves quiet flecks of longing in its wake. around him i pretend loneliness builds bridges in the hollow walls of my heart. i smother the fire out of my sadness by pressing myself against a… Continue reading untitled sadness
i reach for him my body already numb from too much pinot noir and anticipate his rejection. i know he doesn't mean it but god does it hurt that he's left me with only the shell of his body, his inner core on retreat in the world of sorrow. i deal with life for… Continue reading our only sunshine
photo by boskizzi. *** Dinner was the hardest meal. My dad would wait for me until late, seemingly incapable of eating alone. The two of us would sit at the kitchen table with the same white tablecloth that Momma had bought years ago although now it was faded rainbow because of all of the fruit… Continue reading the hardest meal