She's counting them.
1 Our father.
And Hail Mary spills from her lips
As she spins me through trembling tears.
Lost among the moments leading to now,
Prayers for a tomorrow.
Glory Be to the highest hope
That this silent scream, this ripping
Of vocal chords from a soul used to singing children to sleep.
Hail Mary full of Pleas.
She moves through a decade, mysteries disappearing, escaping through quivering fingertips.
And what are we but a symbol.
What am I but a tool.
Faith begets the hopeful redeemer,
For what is a prayer without a purpose.
1 Our Father.
Glory be to Mary and we and the.
And I am making sure it matters. ×
My sister @natwhite.au wrote an incredible piece about faith and prayer. And I swear it's the best thing she's ever written. So intricately beautiful. And while this doesn't touch it, it was definitely inspired by it. I wrote it as if I were the rosary 📿
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I’ve always mentioned I write about emotions and the emotion I tend to write about is pain. I try to make my audience understand that pain is what we have all encountered. I try to allow you to be vulnerable about the reality. Some of these posts are from personal experiences and some are experiences that i was motivated by and some are just from when I sit all alone and allow my mind to be free. We’re all human and the one thing that scares us is to talk about the pain that has changed our lives or continues to linger on our hearts and minds. Being raw and vulnerable at first was scary because you never know how people are going to react and the fact people are able to relate and able to understand and feel that emotion makes me feel so good. I love the fact that I am the author and these are my thoughts that I didn’t even realize I had until I allowed my mind to set itself free. #whyiwrite
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The wise goose listens to retro music when he sleeps, and snores the pain out of his fractured foot. If you talk to him, the wise goose listens, and even if you don’t, he lets you be. The tormented vixen, on the other hand, shouts her lungs out when you slur in your speech. To her, silence is an absence of thoughts; not an absence of words. But, comfort has consequences, and if you spend too much time with the wise goose, your lack of words soon turns into a lack of thoughts. Inactivity becomes the norm, and wisdom becomes just another indicator of the ageing process. The tormented vixen makes you cry, but your tear ducts deserve to be cleaned every once in a while. Agony is good for you, if you drink it with your favourite scotch, no more than twice a week. Happiness, however, can’t be administered in controlled amounts. It comes and goes as and when it pleases. There are days when you walk out of your asylum, and the world feels like your own empire, and then there are days when your own empire eats you alive. The wise goose witnesses too much of the former, and the tormented vixen rarely comes out of the latter. They don’t have a choice, but you do. You can take respite from being an animal when the forest turns on you. Every now and then, you can be human!
Forgiveness isn’t always about giving someone a second chance. It’s about letting go: of anguish, bitterness, hatred, misery, and all negativity that consumes you entirely. Just because someone has wronged you does not always mean you have to suffer from the consequences of their actions, and just because you forgive someone does not mean that they deserve a second chance, nor should you feel obligated to give them one for whatever reason: holding onto a relationship that no longer serves you, trying to change one another, or simply because you’re related.
I have learned the hard way that simply saying “I’m sorry” or “I forgive you” is often done in a selfish way, a shortcut to get out of a difficult situation without taking others or oneself into consideration. Words don’t mean anything if genuine actions don’t follow, nor if they don’t come from the heart.
Forgiveness often takes weeks, months, and sometimes even years. It should be done at your own time and at your own pace, and you should never apologize or forgive someone when you aren’t ready for it. Sometimes, it’s best to forgive and love someone from afar because the very presence of them could bring back toxic thoughts and behaviors that you’ve worked so hard to remove. The concept of loving from afar may seem foreign and even impossible, but it’s inevitable if we want to pave the way for more meaningful relationships to enter our lives. Often times, it’s the only way forward. And that’s okay.✨
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If you missed #thestagebox tonight, you missed some cool raffle action I was in on. The awesome folks at @beautiful.n.mind let me take over their special set to giveaway some handmade chapbooks of a project I’ve been working on behind the scenes this last year. It is currently not yet available for public consumption as I send it around for potential publishing. But, with my birthday fast approaching, I wanted to gift this family of creatives I’ve fallen into a special part of myself for the gift they’ve been to me over the last few months that I’ve been showing up to share my work. So, if you were a lucky winner, know that those 9 are #thestagebox edition and will never be recreated in that fashion ever again. This particular project is a dedication to decency and kindness in the human condition and to those who knowingly/unknowingly save our lives in dark times. All the love to The Stagebox family for welcoming me with open arms and helping me grow creatively and personally. #dogbane
◾En el pozo te encontré.
Cansado de esperar...
Errar, en vano intentar.
Una voz yo oí... Haré de tu desierto un jardín.
En el pozo te encontré...
Y sed yo nunca más sentí...
Te debo tanto a tí... Tornaste mi desierto en un jardín.
Fue bueno esperar...
Pues ya no voy más a errar.
Conocí el amor que viene de la fé.
El amor que viene de la fé.