Part of a feeling that didn’t last It’s funny how a connection can feel so vast Enter a different timeline, find a new broadcast Cut to the chase, maybe we rushed it Exactly when did we breathe and trust it
Objectively, we looked like a glass unshattered Feelings underneath told a story more scattered
History is more than a written script Editing the now to feel like we clicked Reading our story, when was I tricked
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Sometimes I knew I was making it more Trusting the feelings change in my core Oceans of rocky waves always hit this shore Ready to experience, I’m glad I felt it before Yet it’s time to let go, time to soar
-Grace
Author’s Note – Acrostic poetry is a poem where the first letter of every line creates a phrase/sentence of its own, and I absolutely love writing in this form. The phrase here is “a piece of her-story”. If you break out the word history, it becomes his-story, so her-story is a play on that.
This is my story of a recent relationship lesson; I find relationships often are our best teachers even if it’s hard to see at first. It’s also a bit of a continuing thought from my last piece “this is what i’ve learned about love.”
I sat with this piece for a while as I was still figuring out “her story”, but I know it now and writing this was like a form of getting closure. If you’re reading this today, thank you for reading but also, take this as your sign to express what’s in your heart no matter what it is…closure is never found outside, it is always within.
It’s all there is, all there ever was and all that will truly be. It has no end or beginning, no right or wrong way. There’s a certain flow you can feel, one that has no words or labels, but one that swims freely in the oceans of our now.
There’s a star I look at every night. And I think about all the people I’ve ever loved and wonder if they look too. I wonder if it’s the love in the star I’m seeing or the love of my journey I’m feeling. There’s that cheesy line that comes to mind that we’re all made of stardust, but more vulernably, we’re all made of what we trust.
I used to wonder if she would come out, the woman I looked up to inside of me. The firewood was always there, but it was about lighting the match. I forced it a few times, I pictured it many times – but it only took one time to choose to be her in every day. And the funny part is, she never knew when the timing would be right, but I did.
If there’s anything real in this world, it’s what keeps us breathing. Everything around us could be fabricated by our perception or some force bigger, but what’s within will always be real somewhere. There’s no clear answer; that’s ours to create. But the question will always be clear because something inside already wrote it.
It’s the first chase I ever lived all the way to the last line And it’s the last chase I’ll ever live again for the first time
It’s like going back to the first time you decided to be strong While knowing you’ve been here all along Living is more than being born and surviving It’s being your own definition of thriving
It’s the first chase I ever lived all the way to the last line And it’s the last chase I’ll ever live again for the first time
An experience is always old and new Like a flashback and a presence so true We have memories to remember where we’ve been And we have vision to envision beyond our skin
It’s the first chase I ever lived all the way to the last line And it’s the last chase I’ll ever live again for the first time
The now is simply a compilation of all your moments A mixture of all your seen and unforeseen components The now meets you a billion times in just a quick instant But the choice to live is always right here, never distant
It’s the first chase I ever lived all the way to the last line And it’s the last chase I’ll ever live again for the first time
-Grace
And here are some visuals with my favorite lines on them 🤍.
If every thought that lived in my head took material form, it’d be one intricately woven web. Crisscrossing in emotion, intertwining in depth shrinking and growing at the same time. Designed like a messy whole of dancing strands because an “intricately woven web” doesn’t mean “a flawless web of perfection”.
I’m learning more and more how beautiful the “messiness” is, it’s where the self is found. The messier and the more imperfect my mind is, the more I can truly see. There’s something so pure about the so-called “mess”, something so touching about being internally direct.
I often wonder what a web that’s never quite complete but always somewhat far along in progress could look like. It’s like feeling an emotion so deeply, that you realize how truly alive you are, yet how much more new emotion there is to feel and experience.
Intricacy is what we are in the mind, yet simplicity is who we are in our core. So, does that make our individual webs of thought complex or lucid? Are we intricately woven or clearly spoken?
-Grace
Author’s Note – I don’t usually add punctuation to my poetry, but this piece originally started as a giant paragraph of random thoughts that were floating through my mind. And I let it keep flowing that way because it’s fun to see how the mind will tie everything together in the end.
I often play around with the paradox of life being truly complex or deeply simple, and this piece is like a physical web of all those internal conversations I’ve had about it. In the end, we’re alive to truly LIVE no matter how it feels or what it looks like or how it constantly changes – life is simply (and intricately :)) about living.
If life was a bookshelf And we were all our own book I’d be more than myself You’d be more than a look
When a story begins I read the words you show me And when I read beyond the skins You write what you think we’ll be
We’ll get to the climax, good or bad The details are a little different than before Straight to the falling action, happy or sad But the structure always has the same core
Every time I get to an ending chapter I’m more at peace, a little less stressed I wonder if you’re just an attending actor I wonder if this is all just a lifelong test
So, when I picked your book off the shelf I didn’t know how long you’d be in my book But I was ready to leap, ready to test myself I got the best ending of all, I’m more than a look
-Grace
Author’s Note – I’ve been pondering this idea for quite some time now; this perspective has so many different angles to it. I’m sure I’ll continue to play with it in the future too :-).
Writing, reading, storytelling, and books in general are some of the most special things in life – there’s something that resonates so deeply when mixing them with our human lives. So cheers to the stories we’re creating and reading in every moment!
Something’s been telling me to write And I’ve been putting up a fight Something about saying what’s right Instead of letting go and taking flight
My mind has a way of being chaotic While life has a way of being hypnotic It’s this weird paradox we play in One I think we like to stay in
Summarizing my life in a few lines Memorizing the meaning in a few signs Fitting a million moments in one Feeling the rise just like the sun
I’ve pursued my dreams in real life I’ve stayed me when there was strife I’m healing and living at the same time It all feels so perfect, like this rhyme
Grace
And here’s the image version 💛
Welcome to Phase 2 of this blog – where we dive into a new definition of being fearless and what it means to truly LIVE! The website has been fully updated and if you’re curious as to what I’ve been up to this past year, go check out the updated “About” page!
Thank you to each and everyone of you who sent me the sweetest messages during my hiatus, they didn’t go unnoticed! Each one brought big smiles to my heart and left me so truly touched.
Here’s to phase 2 of Fearless Free Soul! Thank you for being on this journey with me! -Grace
In a world driven by fear, distraction and illusion — frequency is of utter importance. I think we sometimes forget the beauty in simplicity and the power in true happiness. We weren’t put on this planet to rush through life and to get through moments, we are here for a reason.
Life goes speeding by and there is so much to capture in each blink. But why not get to know each blink? Why not dive and deeply enjoy a moment? After all, this life is just a compilation of all these “blinks”.
In this blink, something about the sunset orange of this rose spoke to me. The layers and dimensions spiraling through this rose reminded me of the layers and dimensions within us all. It also reminded me of myself; the insides protected and hugging each other, while the outside petals gently unfurl to the world. But the crimson coating truly let me enjoy this blink, who knew an orange rose could bring so much joy?
In this blink, my morning coffee was extra special. I often pick this mug because the deep/dark blue is my favorite color and the tall shape makes for the perfect coffee experience. But in this blink, the shining gold in the little constellations and the smiling moons brought me joy. As I sat down, the gold in the little tick tack toe board next to me connected to the gold on my mug and even though I often sit next to this board with the same mug, this was the first blink I noticed the connection. So, in taking one moment to be with the little things – this blink was fully captured, teaching me oh so much about life.
In this blink, I finally thought it was time to capture the joy this backpack brings me. This backpack goes beyond the design, the function and even the words — it’s a part of my journey. Truth Matters says so much in just two words, and it’s just a speck of why this backpack is special to me. There is so much meaning behind this one blink, and sometimes the indescribable is better felt than described.
In this blink, the thought about enjoying each “blink” and spending time in the little moments of joy was born. So, I guess you could say this blink of the sun was the first of many blinks that let this post come to be — the sun truly is the ultimate teacher. I’d never quite seen two rays going in such opposite directions and something about it captured my attention. I guess it reminded me that there are so many ways to shine, and every direction is beautiful in its own way.
And a few more blinks ✨
The way you live your life is always your choice. If I could capture a breath in a picture, I would because breath is the choice behind these blinks. When we breathe and sink into stillness, we can deeply live and truly see. So, here’s to embracing every blink and to enjoying every little thing that brings us joy! Be fearless and free -Ace
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