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.
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.
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.
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.
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
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!
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