Fearless Free Soul

in between the lines

July 6th, 2024

Write me a line I could never forget
Send me the heart of your mind
Open the ribcage of time
Unlock the why of you and I

Take me back to our before
Gift me a word layered like a rose
Look for me in every petal and thorn
Watch us wither or watch us soar

I wrote a line you could never forget
Spread my dreams without you, not one regret
You sent me the heart of your mind
I was most alive with a love so blind
I opened the ribcage of time
Found a heaven in every hemisphere
I unlocked the why of you and I
Saw my fears burn in our atmosphere
I took myself to our before
Lost and found the core
I discovered a word layered like a rose
Moments just become written prose
Looking in every petal and thorn
I watched us wither, I watched us soar

-Grace + Benjamin

Thank you, Ben for bringing me back to the magic of writing, for another opportunity to explore our flow together and for the gift of getting to say hello again to this beautiful community.

There’s a lot I could say as to where I’ve been, or what I’ve been up to or who I am now as it really has been so long. Funny enough, especially for a writer, I’ll keep it short and simple.

If I simply read my lines, I wouldn’t have experienced the beautiful complexity and intricate layers of growth that were nestled in between my lines.
scrolling culture

January 17th, 2024

scrolling scrolling
waiting for a taste of something real
figuring out a way to maybe feel
scrolling scrolling
a way out sounds better than a way in
navigating a world forgetting to grin
scrolling scrolling
what do we look for in a screen
if actual reality makes us green
scrolling scrolling
scavenging for a connection
praying for someone’s direction
trusting trusting
that a world built on numbing distraction
has something real tucked in satisfaction
trusting trusting
dopamine runs deeper than the surface
natural force has a way of being perfect
trusting trusting
I built this specific me for a reason
and she’ll blossom with every season

-Grace
a different me

April 7th, 2023

music holds a memory
like a flower cradles its seed
the way one beat
takes me back to a timeline
the way the song title alone
takes me back to a version of you
a playlist for every mood
a playlist for every chapter of my life
relationships in their every wave
competing in all the different ways it has defined me
living as all the pieces of me finding each other
when failing felt like pain instead of progress
and when I look back through every playlist
memories fold on top of each other
words blend from my experiences to her lyrics
then the present hits me
and there’s a weird realization of sitting in my now
could I make a song from 2017 new again?
could I change the way a memory sticks?
as the chorus becomes a crescendo
a voice asks, “do you need it to change?”
if there’s beauty in who you are now
why would the past ever need to change?

-Grace
real life

April 4th, 2023

There’s a reason we write about
invisible feelings and forgotten times
There’s a season we might sprout
if we break the narrative of usual rhymes
We live and experience, succeed and fail
but only we decide the ending of each tale
Just like we write about topics and concepts
we ignore thyself like it’s just nonsense
I wrote about myself last week
and the challenge was unique
I write about the expansiveness of life beyond the sky
like it’s as easy as eating pie
And some say, that’s just the way it goes
writing about thyself has its woes
But to me, it should be a celebration
of what it means to be you, to be creation
So, when I sat down to write today
it started as a reflection of my display
Until I came to a stop and remembered
it wasn’t my truth, just words assembled
So, when I stop typing and reread this
part of me will most likely resist
But when I lean back and read beyond the eyes
most of me will see the progress as the inner prize

-Grace

Author’s Note – Last week, I had to write a bio about myself for a new opportunity…and it was so much tougher than I thought :). Even though I know myself well, to put it into concrete words was not an easy task…I remember thinking “I can write about reality in a million different forms and make it rhyme like it’s nothing but writing about me seems like such a challenge.” So, I knew I needed to dive into this topic today.

If you don’t know what to write about and are looking for a prompt, let this be your sign to write about you. Challenge yourself and celebrate all that you are…it’s an experience we all need to feel a little more. This is titled “real life” because this is real life…facing thyself as who you are not who you were or who you could be.
blooming

March 31st, 2023

When it takes “too long” to come together
When success is harder to measure
They label it “being a late bloomer”
As if growth is just a rumor

I go through old words and journal entries
Like the way people talk about their twenties
I scan through old memories like it’s a movie
I watch the way a flashback will move me

A moment knows when you’re ready
When you find your flow steady
Life knows when it’s time for everything to click
The fire finds you, and it will stick

So, life and I met in a March from a few years ago
Danced till I realized how much I could still grow
Dreamed till I knew it was time to let go and fly
Listened till I decided to live with an inner high

It wasn’t a waking up or a new beginning
It was a decision to start winning
Winning my own confidence and love
To walk with consciousness within and above

To bloom is to bloom
There is no space for gloom
Timing flows when we don’t resist
Fire glows when we’re fearless to persist

-Grace
bloom

March 28th, 2023

In honor of spring, here are a few unposted pieces I wrote last year when I decided I was ready to bloom. Even though I was on a posting break this time last year, I still wrote every day – it’s fun to look back on what blooming felt like back then and what it is to me now.

I remember the day
when I walked away
wished I said something more
or stood up for me at my core

for a while, it stung
all the words I wish I’d sung
but gratitude healed the wound
my true self, I finally found

if I ever tasted confidence
it was just a higher consciousness
now, it’s a flavor I know
a light forever aglow

so, regret and I have met
but love and I made a bet

with a little sip of remorse
I’d find freedom as a course
and realize I am source

Clouds are flying past the mountains
Wishes are made beyond the fountains
It’s like forgetting you can apply the brakes
Time is frozen and there are no mistakes

We wish upon a shooting star
We look for the future wide and far
But looking within is not thought of and simply bizarre
It’s like never checking your speed in the car

There’s so much beauty in space
When there’s no clock or place
Dreaming of something real
Reality is a reflection of what you feel

It’s just like driving
There’s a destination
But the fun isn’t in arriving
It’s in enjoying the duration

Purely living from the beat of our heart
is a journey and an art
As you would put your foot on the pedal
it’s just like being your own medal

The hardest part is the beginning
When I have a thought but it’s just spinning
The lights are on, but I’m still a little color blind
My mind and reality just waiting to be aligned

When I make it to the next part
I can hear the beat of my heart
The words jump to my fingers
It’s all working, the flow lingers

Then comes the test
Time to decide all the rest
I could hold my ground and stay
Or I could run in a new way

When I make a choice
I re-find my voice
Innovation is the track I race on
Lapping versions of me every dawn

Endings are rarely easy
But when I trust me, it’s breezy
This piece becomes complete, now it’s time to live
Life is never concrete, always a lesson to give
scene

March 24th, 2023

we’re alerted by dings
through little boxes that light up our screen
we tune in when it rings
letting this machine set our scene

what if we were alerted by an internal ding
a little chime that lights up what’s beyond the screen
what if we tuned in before hearing a ring
living what’s within, creating our every scene

we once lived in a world without dings
a little existence lit up by humans, not a screen
we tuned in to whistles of nature, not blatant rings
listening to the heart, forgetting there was a scene

like anything, there is joy and goodness in every ding
sometimes the message lights up the inner screen
sometimes a smile comes when we hear that ring
knowing that connection is real and more than a scene

if we’re being fully true, life is more than a ding
being yourself is so much more than acting on a screen
there is a rhythm within, a natural ring
harmonizing our moments, aligning every scene

-Grace
speechless

March 21st, 2023

there are times i’m out of words
and it makes me question
what it means to be a writer
but those speechless times
bring my words to life
it’s in that silence and in that zone
where my words carry weight
there is no word without purpose
a word has a code rooted within
i can sort some syllables
and make sentences rhyme
but there’s nothing more real
than a true word
stacked with another
and flowing into something bigger
yet the truest part of a word
is what it means to me
what it means to you will be different
and that’s the beauty of truth
we awaken our own dreams
maybe that’s why there are people
and there are creators

-Grace

Author’s Note – I wrote this yesterday in all of 15 minutes, I was in that zone :). And upon catching up on my reader this morning, I realized today is World Poetry Day :). It is a little bit wild to me that when you follow your inner muse, it leads you to exactly what you’re meant to express. If there’s any type of perfection, that is it.
balance

March 17th, 2023

Be who you are, not what you’re sold
Achieve your dreams, break the mold
Listen within, be your own gold
Actualize your visions, young and old
Names and labels are controlled
Character and authenticity will always hold
Even the invisible moments are yours to be told

Breathe without any fear
Access a new internal gear
Laugh when you’d rather shed a tear
Assurance is always there to hear
Not a worry when you forget how to steer
Call the heart no matter how severe
Each day creates your chosen year

Bettering thyself is the only thing true
Action inside lets it all brew
Love always stays, yet it still flew
Acceptance is easy when you know it’s the glue
Natural highs bid “tougher” days adieu
Caged fires are fires we always knew
Ease into the sprint, be your own breakthrough

-Grace
space

March 14th, 2023

What lives in between
all the u n f i n i s h e d sentences?
What remains alive in
all the u n s e n t messages?
What feels so real
in the moments we d o u b t?
What is so p r e t e n d
in being driven by an inner route?

There’s s p a c e
in every chase
Nothing is ever done
just in a phase of being s p u n
There’s a specific s u r g e
in showing up beyond an urge
There’s a true l o v e
flying inside, not above

Making my own definition of romance
the rush of being your own c h a n c e
Falling in love with the p r o c e s s
of trusting myself, not the stress
They say “when you know, you know”
but they forgot “when you g r o w, you glow”
Everyone’s busy looking for the o n e
but that person is within if you don’t run

-Grace