Fearless Free Soul

this dreamy descent

February 21st, 2023

We talk about lifelong memories
The way they shape our inner documentaries
We talk about seizing a moment, a specific time
The way it’ll harmonize like our favorite chime

There’s a climb and a descent
A climb to the day we always dreamt
A descent back to normal when it’s over
The way a love can become your closure

We dream of a specifically distinct vision
It becomes the something that makes us driven
The day comes when that vision is your reality
Smacks you in the face, this waking fantasy

You think about all that could go wrong
The fears flutter like a disjointed song
But something kicks in and wakes you up
Reminded of who you are, it fills your cup

Then you live everything going so right
As if perfection truly is in sight
You pull through a hard obstacle
Like a puzzle you didn’t know was solvable

When you’re just about done
You’re taken back to when it all begun
The win seems like it’s floating away
But it’s still right there if you stay

There will be moments it doesn’t feel like a dream
Moments you wonder why you chose this theme
There will be times you’d rather crash than fly
Times you wonder why you want the high

But that something comes whooshing back
Pushes the fear to the side with a whack
Reminds you to look around, to remember who you are
To feel the fire deep inside your shooting star

So you look at everyone in your crew
You look within, remembering you grew
You take a deep breath, gather your force
And that’s why the dream is your source

-Grace
in my own world

February 17th, 2023

Staring at the world in front, eyes wide and senses alive – yet there is nothing to see. The mind floats around from one idea to the next, one memory to one dream and one moment of hurricane to one moment of nothingness. There’s a peace in the wandering mind, a sense of home in the fluttering of familiar rabbit holes. In that comforting moment of internal adventure, everything outside evaporates into a new imagination.

She’s staring ahead, eyes on me, yet the heart seems to be on a different adventure. There’s something so alive in her gaze yet so dead in her attention to the outside. If there was a bubble around each of us, hers would be so intently fixated on every little detail of the present yet so mysterious in its grasp of reality. Her eyes may be focused on one thing, but her truest eye is flowing in another. I guess that’s where the lines of vision and sight get blurred.

Author’s Note – Inspired by the gym :-). I’m a total gym-rat and in-between sets the other day I was staring ahead but totally not fixated on what I was staring at, just in my own world. So, this piece is an elaboration of that. The first verse being my point of view and the second being the point of view of…whatever my eyes seemed to be set on :-).
true love

February 14th, 2023

A four-letter word
Spoken and heard
A four-letter word
Clear and blurred

Starts with an L, ends with an E
The feeling of true glee
Starts with an L, ends with an E
The realization of being free

Commonly referred to as romance
Internally defined as the heart’s dance
Commonly referred to as romance
Universally outlined as the forever glance

They say you fall
It’s more of a call
They say you fall
In breaking your wall

Some of us are scared
From times we dared
Some of us are scared
From times we shared

We all have it within
Knowing yourself beyond skin
We all have it within
It’s the intrinsic grin

If you made it to this line
You’ll know this isn’t the love of being mine
If you made it to this line
You’ll know this is the love to internally shine

-Grace

On a day that we’re told is about celebrating “love”, remember you spend the most time with yourself in this life experience – the truest love is within.
(g)listen

February 10th, 2023

The only word to rhyme with listen
has always been glisten
Never thought those words matched
never knew where they attached
I’ve always loved to analyze
tap into people and theorize
Watched the way a conversation could spill
the way a synchronicity could thrill
And when I started listening to me
passion started glistening to be
I taught my fire to always burn
now it’s time to let love learn
It’s a dance to balance both
but it’s the key to true growth

Maybe your definition of listening
is going within and glistening
Maybe it’s a form of empathy
kindness, not sympathy
Something is always speaking
breathing, not seeking
When we tune into the beat
letting fire and love meet
Life tells us when to listen
leaves space for you to glisten

-Grace
true discipline

February 7th, 2023

Drive
Intuitiveness
Strength
Character
Intention
Peace
Love
Instinct
Natural
Empowering

Drive towards something more
Intuitiveness beats at the core
Strength is a word you define
Character is your own chosen design
Intention, the start of any action
Peace, the success of any interaction
Love to yourself, we often forget
Instincts within, confused as a threat
Natural rhythm flows at the heart
Empowering the mind is true art

Drive inside at who you truly are
Intuitiveness is your shooting star
Strength grows when we let go
Character becomes your glow
Intention sparks with just one thought
Peace surrounds in just one watt
Love is more than external romance
Instinct leads your internal dance
Natural confidence is always yours
Empowering the soul opens all doors

This is true discipline.

Author’s Note – Back to my rhyming roots with this one :-). This is an acrostic (disipline being the word). Discipline is truly one of my favorite things in this world, it’s a deep part of who I am and how I keep the fire within.

I think it gets blurred with many different “motivational quotes” but at its core displine is your choice – your choice to be consistent in honoring yourself. There is no better feeling than staying disciplined and pushing through obstacles, there is no better feeling than surprising yourself.
math

February 3rd, 2023

If you added all the time I spend
Staring at a screen
wondering what to write
You’d be rich with infinite hours
If you added all the time I spend
shuffling through thoughts
and organizing lyrics
You’d be timelessly immortal

If you subtracted all the times I spent
doubting myself
and my capability
I’d forget all the different versions of me
If you subtracted all the times I spent
hesitating to breathe
and to smile
I’d forget my adventurous journey

If you multiplied all the time I spend
reflecting on who I am
and how far I’ve come
You’d lose all track of the clock
If you multiplied all the time I spend
exploring what ifs
and dancing in unknowns
You’d win a countless supply of heartbeats

If I divided all the times I spent
learning to live
and learning to love
I’d have a montage of what it means to be me
If I divided all the times I spent
tying moments of my life together
and connecting the dots in all my stars
I’d see when I discovered to trust the mystery

-Grace
human nature

January 31st, 2023

It rises
It sets
It shines
It’s blocked
It will always rise again

It flows
It falls
It ascends
It’s littered
It will always flow again

It grows
It sheds
It blossoms
It’s chopped
It will always grow again

We dance
We crash
We fly
We’re tested
We will always dance again

Just like the sun will always rise, the ocean will always flow and the trees will always grow – we will always dance. This is human nature.

-Grace
whistle of fire

January 27th, 2023

Know who you are, just stay
You’re headed straight for fire
Just a lot a bit more than the eyes

Know who you are, just stay
Think there’s sturdy walls
There’s an open door
If you see when she gives you the key
Reputations about her swirl
Ideas form and whispers travel
She looks you in the eye
And that’s surprising
She’s confident and direct
Yet quiet and paradoxical
Often under the radar
But when she’s on yours
You’re headed straight for fire
A painted picture of what she should be
Hot or cold, shy or bold, strong or fold
On the surface or deep down, she knows
Stopped looking at the world
Started looking within
She sees him and her
But she sees her (self)
She chose her journey
Forged a discovery, she became
Just a lot a bit more than the eyes
She keeps her circle tight
Her eyes open and bright
Dimensions she’s still finding
Truths she’s still binding
But she knows a look goes beyond the eyes
She loves what’s underneath
The unanswered questions
The boundaries and the fire together
The fearlessness and drive forever

So, she whistles to herself

Know who you are, just stay
You’re headed straight for fire
Just a lot a bit more than the eyes

And whoever’s meant to be
will truly hear
that whistle

-Grace

I originally wrote a long behind the scenes on this one, but I think it’s all here if one truly hears 😉. This is a “story” of knowing who you are. And yes, fire seems to be the theme as of late…it’ll stay that way :).
our next now

January 24th, 2023

We spend so much time
waiting
for more time
waiting
for time to pass
waiting
for a time to feel whole

We forget the beauty
in living
the beauty
in breathing
the beauty
in just being

Does a tree wait
for its leaves to fall
or
for its roots to spread?
Does the sun wait
for its rays to rise
or
for its center to set?

Who’s setting the clock
to your life?
What happens in all those moments
you’re just waiting?
When did life become
a series of waiting for the next thing?

The next thing is born
in every now
The now is never waiting
it’s just all
If we lived every now
instead of waiting for every next
Our next would be now
and our now would be all

-Grace

Author’s Note – I actually wrote this while waiting for something :-). And then it hit me…why am I waiting? Sometimes inspiration is found in the tiniest moments. When I came back to blogging, I switched my tagline to “Truly, Deeply and Fully LIVE”…and that’s what this piece is about.
adrenaline

January 20th, 2023

We talk about emotions
All the inner explosions
But there’s a spark we sometimes forget
The hormones we just call “sweat”

The natural ignitions of words we can’t describe
Yet we run to something someone can prescribe
Do you remember what makes you feel alive?
Or has that become a memory used to survive?

I’ll add a little personal touch
Dopamine isn’t my crutch
But I live my life fueled to fly
A heart generated high

I train, compete and create
I listen, work and debate
All of a different adrenaline
A blend of my own feminine

A rush breaking through your own wall
A thrill getting up after every fall
It goes way past winning
Like a new way of grinning

I love the drip of sweat rolling down
I know that adrenaline is around
I love the breath that leads to a smile
I know that adrenaline will last a while

-Grace

Author’s Note – This is almost like a continuing thought from my last piece “athlete mentality”. I talked about “dopamine knocking on the door” in that one and this piece is like the aftermath of that knock. I love my adrenaline rushes throughout my days – all of slightly different kinds to maintain my inner balance/flow. I think we take our natural hormones for granted and forget what a true gift they are…those natural highs are what make us amazingly human and fully alive.