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
Be who you are, not what you’re sold Achieve your dreams, break the mold Listen within, be your own gold Actualize your visions, young and old Names and labels are controlled Character and authenticity will always hold Even the invisible moments are yours to be told
Breathe without any fear Access a new internal gear Laugh when you’d rather shed a tear Assurance is always there to hear Not a worry when you forget how to steer Call the heart no matter how severe Each day creates your chosen year
Bettering thyself is the only thing true Action inside lets it all brew Love always stays, yet it still flew Acceptance is easy when you know it’s the glue Natural highs bid “tougher” days adieu Caged fires are fires we always knew Ease into the sprint, be your own breakthrough
What lives in between all the u n f i n i s h e d sentences? What remains alive in all the u n s e n t messages? What feels so real in the moments we d o u b t? What is so p r e t e n d in being driven by an inner route?
There’s s p a c e in every chase Nothing is ever done just in a phase of being s p u n There’s a specific s u r g e in showing up beyond an urge There’s a true l o v e flying inside, not above
Making my own definition of romance the rush of being your own c h a n c e Falling in love with the p r o c e s s of trusting myself, not the stress They say “when you know, you know” but they forgot “when you g r o w, you glow” Everyone’s busy looking for the o n e but that person is within if you don’t run
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
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.
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 :).
It’s all there is, all there ever was and all that will truly be. It has no end or beginning, no right or wrong way. There’s a certain flow you can feel, one that has no words or labels, but one that swims freely in the oceans of our now.
There’s a star I look at every night. And I think about all the people I’ve ever loved and wonder if they look too. I wonder if it’s the love in the star I’m seeing or the love of my journey I’m feeling. There’s that cheesy line that comes to mind that we’re all made of stardust, but more vulernably, we’re all made of what we trust.
I used to wonder if she would come out, the woman I looked up to inside of me. The firewood was always there, but it was about lighting the match. I forced it a few times, I pictured it many times – but it only took one time to choose to be her in every day. And the funny part is, she never knew when the timing would be right, but I did.
If there’s anything real in this world, it’s what keeps us breathing. Everything around us could be fabricated by our perception or some force bigger, but what’s within will always be real somewhere. There’s no clear answer; that’s ours to create. But the question will always be clear because something inside already wrote it.
I open the gate, and enter the climb. It’s as if I’ve entered this otherworldly vortex into the red rock. Speaking of the red rock, it surrounds me, everywhere I look, it’s there smiling down at me. The red rock has memories and spirit just like the trees and bushes, the clay that my shoes march on and the rocks that are stuck in the ground and loosely laying on the clay. The chilly air brushes past me as the sun tries to emerge from the clouds. Try as it might, the chill of the winter always comes strongly through, and I’m starting to enjoy it.
I start surrounded by red rock, the terrain and the crunch of my feet against the rough clay is one of my favorite sounds. I keep up my pace and breathe in the crisp air, the rock surrounding me, makes me feel at home, as though nothing can enter this magical little bubble I’m encapsulated in.
Then I meet the crossroads and enter a trail that’s lower to the ground. There’s more dirt here, and I’m just realizing I’ve entered a new bubble; the bubble of the majestic trees. I look up and all I see is the tops of long trees and a little hint of some more red rock. The air is cooler in this bubble, and the chill that runs through my spine awakens my soul. I’ve had visions of this foresty reality, it seems so familiar yet so new. I enjoy the feeling this place brings, it’s as if I’m in a scene in a movie. I put my hands on the rough bark and feel the soul of the tree, I hear it smiling down at me and inhaling my aura. I take my hand off the tree and keep walking, through the crunch of the leaves as the dirt runs into my shoes. Usually, the extra dirt would bother me but, I think it’s the energy in the air that makes me relax about it.
As I start the trek back, I move faster, the downhill terrain giving me momentum. But I try to slow down, I want to savor this moment with the trees, the dirt, the leaves, the red rock and the chill air. My soul feels so at peace and my mind is at ease, I realize my thoughts have evaporated during this entire walk. Maybe that’s my doing, or is yet again the magic of Sedona? I don’t look for an answer as I continue to enjoy the clear space in my head.
Before I know it, the four miles are up and this hike is over. It does feel different as I exit the bubble I was in for a few hours, I feel like I’ve entered the world again. Maybe this hike was a daydream or maybe it was an escape into a vortex, no matter what I will never forget the magic.
Love is an eternal flame, burning throughout time and through every version of yourself. The fire is always on, never burning out. We are all love and the only thing that can convince us otherwise is fear. Don’t let it come near because love is only the real thing in this world. The spark of the fire of love is your heart, follow your heart and let it ignite your soul. Your vibration allows the fire to burn forever, keep your vibes up and your fire will always be alive.
Even if your fire dies, you can always choose to light it again. Everything in life is a choice, it is your choice. Choose to light up your world and to keep it alive. There is a fire burning inside all of us, a fire to fulfill our mission in this Universe, a fire to be truly free and a fire to feel love and to spread it. Let the fire burn, keep igniting it with your belief and your soul and vibrate high.
Fearless Free Soul 