A place where healing and creativity meet. Just as the mountains meet the sea, in the Pacific Northwest (PNW). Live simply. Love deeply. Be present.
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Sometimes we have to skip meals to save money.
Sometimes we have to sell our clothes to pay the bills.
Sometimes some of the help runs out, but all of this leads us to a new chapter, a new challenge to overcome and a new way of thinking needs to take over.
Things don’t happen to you, they happen for you.
Be strong in your self-love and listen to the guidance of your intuition.
Everything is going to be okay.
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Where is your focus?
Writing in my journal, responding to text messages, going over conversations from recent exchanges, I notice certain things I’d like to start paying more attention to. One thing is the stories I keep retelling, and how I communicate, in general.
A perspective, a point of view, an opinion… Each one very important, yet also, at times, not fully thought through, in a way to convey clearly, or fully, or maybe even appropriately.
We put so much energy into things. Yet, are these things that are worthwhile of so much of our energy? Are we really being true to ourselves or are we saying things we think other people may expect for us to say or want us to say?
What is it that we are seeking out of life? And how to our words and thoughts reflect those goals?
Where does our focus direct us?
Just some thoughts to ponder on…
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-M.
For as long as she could remember, she knew there would be something special for her…
For as long as she could remember, she knew she could never give up on believing in herself….
As the years went by, she continued to fall and then crawl through life’s challenges,
Until one day she remembered she could walk.
Then she quickly started to run.
She began sprinting, jumping and then finally she flew.
When she discovered her wings, she learned to float over those who didn’t believe in her or see her for who she was.
She didn’t worry about being alone, for she was always surrounded by so many who saw her for who she was and loved her no matter what, even through months and years of silence.
Whooshing through trees, flying beside mountain tops, she soared high above the clouds.
She flew up to the stars and zoomed back down, reaching the oceans and diving in like a sea creature, moving through the waters with great force.
Back to the surface, letting the air dry her off, she would then find a safe place to land.
Not for long though, as she found her place to be in the sky.
She knew she wasn’t like many others.
She knew she was made differently and created on purpose, for a purpose that was all her own.
Only she could know what that was, and what she was here for.
Though all the pieces may not make sense to others, she knew each one was meant for her, even the pieces that didn’t fit into the whole picture.
One day, maybe far off down the road, she would tell her story.
But for now, she will just continue to fly, soaring on her own, gliding from tree to tree, taking breaks on the mountain tops…
Solitude, this is her happy place.
At last, she knew, her purpose was there all along.
To be continued….
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– M.
Let it be,
There is no force necessary.
Let it be,
The best direction is the one of the wind.
Let it go,
For each day we must allow the day to flow.
Let it go,
For in all things, the best thing is to set all worries free.
Grow,
Just as the trees must reach the sky,
Grow,
You will find your way.
In the end,
The best thing you will have ever done was to let it be, let it go and to grow.
Life has a way of guiding us down the path.
We must learn to be careful of what we carry with us.
Not everything (or everyone) is worthwhile of our precious energy.
– M.
Sending pictures,
Sending texts,
Looking for love,
Looking for validation.
Trying to live up to everyone else’s expectations.
Hoping for love.
Looking for acceptance.
What is this life without outside validation.
Here me out.
Here me now.
See me fully.
See me wholly.
I am lost.
I am naked.
I am broken.
I am aching.
Cure me.
Fix me.
Heal me quickly.
The pains of this torture are slowly killing me.
Let me be.
Let me grow.
The only way is for me to be alone.
Find me lost.
Find me sad.
Leave me broken,
Leave me be.
I am healing,
I am picking up the scattered pieces of what’s left of me.
-M.
Why do we think love from another will satisfy us and solve our problems?
For too long I have thought this.
Find a mate, “the one”, and all will be fixed.
Walking a way from dating was the best fixer of my many of my problems.
Instead I took time to learn to go within.
Learning to love myself.
Learning to focus on my growth and my path was the best choice for my life.
Not everyone is meant for someone.
Not everyone wants to be in a relationship or have all that comes with having a mate.
Some of us need this lifetime to heal and grow and find peace in solitude.
When you learn to look within and seek out what is truly right for you, you can stop spending your energy on what is not allowing you to truly heal.
Direct your focus.
Allow your truth to come out.
Only you know what is right and best for you.
Only you can make the choices that fit with your life and your needs.
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– M.
If you weren’t meant to climb those mountains of your heart’s desires, then you wouldn’t have been given the desires to climb those particular mountains, in the first place.
In life we are given choices.
We are given dreams.
We are given tools.
We are given an empty page in a notebook that we must fill up worth the equations of how all these givens work together to get us to our goals.
What is your goal?
What dreams or desires have been written upon your heart?
What tools were you given to help you achieve those dreams or desires?
I see it as, you have challenges that shape you into who you must become to fulfill such dreams.
Certain paths give us the knowledge or experiences we must go through to help us build up more tools and capabilities to help guide us to the destination.
If you desire to climb a mountain, you should do everything in your power to find a way to climb that mountain.
Look within you, all around you and see all that you have been given to follow the path that you seek. If it wasn’t your destiny, then it wouldn’t be placed upon our heart to achieve it.
We are given the variables to the equation, but we must be the ones to solve the equation. It is all there for us. We just have to take the pencil and choose to write out all that we have been given to see how we can understand how to get to the outcome.
Be the writer of your story.
Be the one who follows through.
You have all that you need.
Climb that mountain.
– M.
Who’s turn is it, mine or yours.
The colors are running dry, the brightness is fading fast.
Age is growing older, time is ticking by.
Who’s turn is it, mine or yours, is it time yet?
The time is ticking by.
Colors fade, time ticks away, and all we can do is keep on moving with each flow of the motions of life.
Each flow, each motion, each tick tock of the clock brings us closer to the other side.
For each new day, each new lesson, we each get to sit and wait…
We take turns experiencing lessons as we wait and wait for each new day to come and tick tock on by.
There is no time, really.
It is your turn, surely it is not mine.
Every day that passes, I have had experiences that have lasted me days upon days that I cannot even remember my first name.
They call you by your last name, leaving you to wonder who you even are anymore.
Let’s start writing, maybe keep track of things, so we can see where all of this waiting is leading us to.
The days tick on by, a wind blows, a hollow sound goes through one ear hole and out the other.
Is there even anything that comes after this?
Shall we sit here and wait until the last drop of color has faded away and the clock runs out of ticks and tocks?
I surely don’t even know when it was that I last ran through a field without a care.
It would be nice to eat without the fear of there being little left to eat upon the next morrow.
We shall sit and watch as the clock ticks away and the sun fades and makes its way below the horizon, leaving the twilight sky for us to rest upon.
As we lay awake in wonder, we may, oh we may, dream upon the twinkling sky, that we may awaken upon a new day with the brightest of colors.
Oh to heavens we may wish upon that we may awaken to plenty of food, and for all the clocks to have faded away so we may run into the field and pretend we have wings.
A day full of joy, full of wonder and plenty of laughter.
Upon this start I do wish.
Thank you, until we meet again.
– M.
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