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?
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
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
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
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.
Who knows where we go when we let go Who knows what kicks in when we give in We’re in this never-ending dance to rise and to fall We dwell in this distance of living and becoming There is no right or wrong way just a leap of knowing how to be We escape and we run to what we think is true but when we sit and stay, we bask in what truly is We wonder if we’re meant to come together or stay in pieces that simply work with each other We look up at life as if we’re under an overpass but in the most real sense, we are the life we look up to Whether your reality is your own or a borrowed piece of time it’s a gift to live outside one’s mind Living is a consistent constant and being is a chosen instant
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.
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
My debut book, The Waking Dream, is out now! To purchase, click here for more info!
It’s the invisible things that we remember The act of doing sends a charge But the act of feeling, and being leaves a mark
A formless knowing invisible to the human eye but deeply visible to the internal light When something feels like home But home has no limitations freed from visibility’s cage So, home becomes the formless knowing
Sometimes I wonder if my eyes truly see Is the world invisible and my human lenses make it visible?
Maybe I’m invisible dancing with the shadows While the world screams through the visible, grasping for my attention begging for my acceptance
When I look back on my life thus far It’s the invisible things I cherish the most The day I decided to live fearlessly The moment I realized dreams and reality are one The second I chose to truly love and be me To the world, it may blend in But to me, it stands out
So, when I look ahead on my life that’s to come It’s the invisible things I look forward to the most The day I feel a deeper me The moment I listen to my heart’s entire song The second I fly into frequency’s arms To the visible, it might be small But to the invisible, it is all
Ace
My debut book, The Waking Dream, is out now! To purchase, click here for more info!
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