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.
Used to stare into the eyes When that became disguise Ignited the inner seeker one glance into what’s deeper When that became perfectly vexing I went inside to the mirror reflecting
They call it people watching I call it story telling There’s a hidden spin you can stare within They tell us it’s only overthinking But that doesn’t last just go beyond blinking
One of us will peek and look away One of us will critique and stay One of us will shuffle through the whole crowd One of us will stare inside even if there’s a cloud All of us will look somewhere But one of us will go beyond the stare
-Grace
Author’s Note – this was supposed to be about “staring at the ceiling” but it came out a little differently. I love how it came together though. I will be playing around with the staring at the ceiling aspect soon :-). I’ve always been a people watcher and last few years I’ve found a deep peace in staring within, so it only makes sense that I need more than one piece to fit all these lifelong/ever-changing thoughts…more to come :-).
structure and flow fast and slow boundaries and love below and above listen and speak new and antique
We find comfort in believing in opposites Until we look from a different consciousness We say opposites attract and leave it at that As if life isn’t a rhythm of waves, but just flat
Although we prefer a would you rather Opposites are a collection of what we gather Life isn’t a series of different opponents Much more a recipe of specific components
I’d pick structure over flow, fast over slow I’m finding a middle with boundaries and love Living in moments below and perspectives above I’d listen over speak, starting to love new over antique
There’s a common opposite, strength and weakness Those words work together becoming your uniqueness But that’s the truth with every opposite, they blend Opponents are not the enemy, but the deeper friend
Without the flow, life would be the distracted kind of slow Without love, there’d be no life to live below or above Without a way to speak, connection would be antique Without opposites, there’d be no creator consciousness
turn the handle hear the soft creak take a deep breath put one foot through take one more breath see what seems true observe all the rest leave the door behind learn a few lessons walk a few steps venture too far hit a wall find the door again lock it, no look back hear a knock over and over easy to know who with thumps so familiar yet the door remains closed then the sound becomes more of a ring and the heart listens thinking bout turning the lock ring ring ring ring walk up to the door feel the handle walk away walk back to the door take a deep breath open it once again put one foot through and pause say one’s piece make peace with what’s beyond the door hear it almost close behind thyself take a deep breath and wonder how many doors will stay open how many doors will stay closed how many doors will stay in-between -Grace
Author’s Note – A little bit of a different style for me, but I wanted to play around with words…that is the beauty of writing after all :).
Often, I’ve felt comfort in hearing a door close and I’m learning to love hearing a door open. Doors open and close in life, it’s always kind of interesting to watch the journey. So cheers to finding peace in whichever way the door moves.
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.
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!
They say the journey is the destination and I think I’m finally understanding what that means. Maybe that’s because I can see parts of my map now, or maybe it’s because I’ve let go of needing to see the map. I really don’t think there is a destination, I don’t think I’ve ever thought there was a destination. But I definitely lost sight of the joy in the journey…no more!!
A lot of thoughts were flying through my mind last week; a combination of the unknowns of change, the desire for something new and the readiness to let go of repetitive pasts. I actually enjoyed listening to all these unfinished conversations in my head. In the “unfinishedness” I got to see possible new versions of me, older versions of me I’ve known, and I got to watch how the me I am now navigated through every turn.
It’s fun to watch where your mind travels, even when it goes to the craziest of places. It’s there you learn that maybe crazy isn’t crazy, maybe it’s just a different point on the map. Part of me knows this life is one of many destinations on my soul’s map. And part of me knows there is no map, I am the map. I love playing in this paradox because that’s where I am free. When we forget to enjoy the little moments and spend time in our daydreams and listen to our inner voice and speak our intuition – we lose sight of who we truly are.
So, the next time you notice your mind bursting with thoughts, visions and adventures of many varieties take a moment to water those seeds. And when those seeds bloom and become roses, take time to smell the roses. On our family bike rides, there’s always this one spot at the end; a little roundabout of roses. And that literal moment of smelling the roses totally reenergizes the soul. So, imagine what a moment of being still and playing in your mind’s garden can do for the soul?
Only you have the power to make your thoughts reality. Only you have the choice to enjoy the freedom of the wandering mind.
Be fearless and free -Ace
My debut book, The Waking Dream, is out now! To purchase, click here for more info!
Fearless Free Soul 