The past can sometimes weave webs of itself. Either to get you caught up in it, or perhaps to lead you on a new path. Either way you turn, it’s the spider that you expect. That you fear most. What we don’t realize, is it’s the fear of the unknown that builds our path. It’s the waiting. The wondering. The timing. It’s everything we question. Everything we regret. It’s knowing the next step we choose could be defeat. But also realizing the unknown. That next step we take could lead to peace. To understanding. To infinity. Escape. It could be what we never imagined we’d find. When the paths before us seem insurmountable, devastating, possibly terrifying…that is when we find our strongest, truest, most resilient self. Even though it seems defiant, really it is finding. Knowing. Breathing. Gaining. Please, never quit. Your journey MEANS something. If not to someone else, to your future self. We all, always have learning to do. This world that seems cut and dry, black and white, there are glimmers of light in between. You just have to see them. Choose them. Be them.

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In this exact moment I somehow feel empty yet whole at the same time.

I can’t help but respect this side of myself that’s tiredly, trying to find its way back to life.

There were two opposing skies divided on either side of me this morning.

Uniquely and eerily parallel

both slightly mocking the movement of an hour glass.

They represented my brittle, tattered journeys.

The great divide.

To my right, a full moon carefully kissed the quiet hills blemished of snow

with a soft, & just—-peacefulness.

I loved the way that ice reflected this bitter but gleaming chill of solitude dwelling within.

To the left lay the most beautiful sunrise I’ve witnessed.

It represented itself as nothing I’d ever seen or felt before.

The burning of that soft, dimly lit rainbow

had somehow awakened and replenished my broken, worn soul.

I felt every color boldly displaying itself

but slowly melting and molding together so effortlessly.

I don’t know if the sky was dancing

If the heavens of the universe were showing what’s beyond its clouds

or if someone painted it there for me to see.

All I know is that it chose to stream flawlessly across that Kentucky sky the way it did

while breathing it’s life into my sleepless eyes.

It was there to let me know

that I’m not only awake and dreaming

but alive and free.

As bare tree tops glistened against dawn

as that fierce moon retired long after dusk

I realized that I do belong.

I do have a place and I am aligning with purpose.

I and infinity have become one.

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Today I took a drive…I blared my playlist on shuffle & song after perfect song played that allowed how I felt to feel right at home, it felt safe. That’s when I knew that today was supposed to happen & I were required to make the most of it—-whatever it brought. I came to sit by the water in search of some form of peace…Or even its kindred. All I could hear is what I can describe as the ‘safest silence’. I am surrounded by water almost completely; like being on a secluded island—-as I sit on the edge of a small cliff beneath shady trees. I can feel wildflowers underneath me just as if they were growing from me, because our roots feel they are one in the same…connected. I sense how they float in the wind which ever way is blowing it’s gentlest…but what I have noticed is that sometimes the wind becomes conflicted. Right here in this spot, in this moment it doesn’t know if it’s blowing in one direction or the other, let alone at one capacity or another. It’s unpredictability has left said wildflowers completely and vigorously rattled, some left worse than others. What I’ve witnessed after such a violent shaking is how they didn’t fall completely apart. How can something SO fragile be so utterly resilient? While waves are crashing the shore on one side of me…The side where a couple is fishing and there are perfectly sculpted pieces of driftwood, hundreds of scratched and worn pebbles, & empty shells still impeccably whole resting comfortably. On the opposite side the water is calm, slow moving, and deep. It’s funny how one side can be so polar from the other you’d think it’d start a war when they touched. Instead when these sides so opposite in movement crash into one another it creates conflict…The kind that realigns you, forces you to adapt and find balance. The kind that allows you to discover a new flow, & awakens parts of your being you didn’t know were there. You see, it isn’t the type of conflict that results in tragedy…it’s the beautiful kind. The kind intended by nature. That’s what you are to me & what I wish I were to you. As the sun finds openings in the tree I’m beneath, I am finding the most satisfying & comforting warmth. The kind that I’ve been searching for. It’s as if it were coddling me & assuring me that everything will be ok one day. As the sun glimmers in strongly & softly back out, the pieces it touches do not shine…they sparkle—-allowing new places once shaded to be touched by light. I hear a family of crows talking among a cluster in the sky, as I see couples in the distance sharing a picnic or walking their dog…Even still for the first time I can think of you and I feel conflicted. I feel both confused and at peace. I feel both happy and broken but somehow not afraid because I not only finally feel something, but everything all at once. The numbness has broken way. We haven’t been together in years —-& even when we were together I still don’t know if we ever truly were. On one side my love for you runs deep and is anchored, but when you come crashing into me so intensely and so unexpectedly it shakes my core so violently, it disrupts all that I know and all that I feel. What comes after is a new journey to face, one that’s lonely, unforeseen, and terrifying. That’s what you do. I’ve never known where I stand with you, all I know is where I stood but am no longer…but just sitting, just being, just existing for today is enough. More than I ever was to you.

#writing #poetry #photography #travel #love #healing #hurt

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“Fall reminds us how beautiful it is to let dead things go.”

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But first…Let me take a sip of this PSL.

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“There is something beautiful and revitalizing about October. When the leaves fall the world is surrendering. Letting go of pieces and parts that can no longer serve in a positive way. Trees hold strong to their core and survive the storms; but every good tree knows that as time goes by, the leaves come back and we all get to start again.”

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Fall hues, cool-ish weather, rainy days, mums, pumpkins, pumpkin spice. Fall is near & I will never not indulge fully in all of the fruit you bare.

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“I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.”

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“You fell in love with my flowers but not my roots…So when autumn came you didn’t know what to do.”

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