I haven't done one of these in awhile, and I've been feeling very blank-canvassy lately, so here we go: The air is still... Too still. I think the word for it is descriptive of most office environments: stale. Yes, the stale air that clouds the mind long enough to get eight hours of work in now... Continue Reading →
In The Softness
This is such a wonderful post and message, especially for where I am at in life, especially on a Wednesday. Fits with the post I wrote earlier today as well. Be sure to check it out and give Drawing Back The Curtain a like and follow!
This morning I pulled a card from my beautiful new Yantra Deck, the Art of Being Present, that I found in Nelson, BC, on my little road trip. The card was ‘Simplicity’ and it inspired the following journal entry, which I would like to share with you on this Thanksgiving Day here in Canada:
“I love being in the here and now, immersing myself in the peacefulness that I find beneath the busyness of my mind. The soothing freshly brewed nettle tea brings warmth to the inside, while the crackling fire in wood stove wraps me in its warmth on the outside.
Life feels so simple in this moment and so full, as Raven glides by, clucking its unique sound in agreement perhaps. The ‘trying to figure it all out’ mind has receded into the background for now. I can tune into it if I wish, but I don’t, staying…
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Until I Keep Going
Staring down at the ground, heart pounding... three thousand feet down, or am I standing at the bottom? I can't tell from here. The black veil surrounds me, and its name is Life. It is alive and changing, but not to my discernment. All I know is it's just the ledge, mirror, and me. Why can't... Continue Reading →
The Decadence of Paroxysm
What has one got in an ember Without a flame, one cannot see Foreboding winds fill November But it is not a winter freeze Why should I, in fear, abate The breeze inside, not yet a gust The twilight sky will my heart sate Not simply an impending dusk So I free my... Continue Reading →
Time To Give ‘Em What They’re Waitin’ For
I can't remember the last time I wanted to be exactly where I was, or where I am, for that matter. I don't think there's anything wrong with a bit of wanderlust, a bit of wonder, some restlessness and dreams... There's nothing wrong with me being me, for wanting to be different. Today, I've been... Continue Reading →
What Really Scares Us
(Continued from The Children - Rachel and Jonathan) A few minutes after the hilarity had calmed, when everyone wiped the last tears from their eyes and huffed their last giggles, Jonathan emerged from his room, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. The 17-year-old boy laughed at his mother briefly; she was still clad in her suave and sassy... Continue Reading →
The Sweetness
Give me a piece of your heart And I'll give you a piece of my mind And I'll twist it until the start Meets the end in infinite lines You can't rip them apart What's a book without a spine Then again, words alone are tart They need the sweetness that Love provides Genius
Blurry Cartoons
I often find myself asking, "Who am I supposed to be?" and no matter who I ask or how often I ask it, occasionally screaming it into the wind, I've never come any closer to an answer than simply, "Myself." It's not comforting, and it most certainly is not easy. That's because it's not an... Continue Reading →
Windstrewn Self
These effervescent throes That toss me to and fro Sea-waves to the unknown From origins condoned I, with my fate, betrothed Content, and yet I stow Rebellion, and loe For windstrewn self, in tow
December Rose 