Open book with a stash of bookmarks Sky of blue with a crimson hue A winter day with a heated night A warm meal with a cold drink Written pages with an unfinished title A story with an ending still waiting for the beginning An emotion without a thought A solution with a hidden mystery Steady with surprises Wild in peace A laugh with a deeper meaning Listening with a talking heart A magnifying glass staring into nothing Nothingness full of life A full circle with an open maze A word with an undefined definition
Am I story written or read A mystery with a solve or a solved mystery Am I the yin to my yang Or am I looking for the yang to my yin If life is my palette Am I all the different colors Or the piece being painted If life is paradoxical Where do we come up with certainty?
-Grace
Just some random authentic thoughts compiled into what you’d call “ a whole piece”. In a world of paradoxes, I call it a “piece of a puzzle”. 🙂
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
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.
Glistened red Crimson blue A flame spread A fire flew
A picture of heat looks like fiery red Maybe a little sweet or a passion finally said
A picture of cold looks like an icy blue Maybe a story told or a feeling so true
Society’s definition of emotions is simply going through life’s motions Blue for sadness and red for madness
They don’t tell you the hottest part of fire is that glimmering blue beyond red, a burning desire
There is no definition of emotion we’re simply a complicated ocean Blue for experiencing every wave Red for beginning to ignite the flame
We start with red We heat up into blue The flame ahead The fire in you
-Grace
Author’s Note – I remember learning a couple years ago that the hottest part of a flame is the color blue. This fascinated me as it’s not really talked about; and because blue is often associated with the emotion of sadness and the thought of cold.
So, this piece started very differently than the colors of blue and red and the thoughts of fire…I’m still very much living my last piece, “doors”. But I love how this one turned out because blue has always been my favorite color – all its different dimensions and all the different blues captured me (the blueness is my eyes has become my favorite 😊) – never really loved the tie in of sadness though.
So, here’s my definition of being blue: I know we all have our own inner fire. I used to think that inner fire starts as wood and becomes a fire when we choose it, but maybe it starts as actual fire and becomes blue when we own it.
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.
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!
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!
Droplets of time escape my mind Drop in my eyes, reality is blind
Droplets of sky run through my hair Trickling down my skin with gentle care
Droplets of magic journey down my shoulders As I continue to journey up these boulders
Droplets of our lost sun float across my back Igniting a heartbeat, creating a track
Droplets of starlight land on my arms Rolling, descending, leaving little charms
Droplets of the past lay on my fingertips Stopping for a moment, the future slips
Droplets of a cycle start to repeat In this melody, nature and I meet
Ace
Droplets d r o p like rain in my head I feel their delicate thud I hear their subtle story
Droplets flutter I know this drop Trust lets go Love lets in
Droplets fly in this vision I know Scenarios lived over and over Feelings felt again and again
Droplets clear familiar histories And echoing mysteries Sitting in my wave thunder rumbles inside
Change on my horizon Something real calling my attention So, when she follows and I surrender the game It becomes visible the illusion played
Broken pasts want my repair But droplets come and cleanse the air
Ace
Had a neat experience with rain (droplets) recently, hence these two droplets 😉! The first piece is about that neat experience, and the second piece is about how that neat experience helped me when something was kind of on my mind. I love when experiences leak into perception and give you a different view on life. I hope this helps you on your journey! 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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