abundance

CARPE DIEM

Life is meant to be enjoyed
And so are our things.

Saving them with the tags still on
Or in a box
Diminishes their value and ours.

I used to think something was too nice
Or too fancy to actually use.
But that’s a fallacy.

To get the most juice, to feel the most alive
Is to embody the present and
Use, wear, or consume our things

Before it expires,
Before fashion trends change,
Before my interests evolve
Or I forget I have it.

So today I light my beautiful new moon
Crystal-infused candle
Because carpe diem.

Connection

THE BODY

The body is a vessel
More than tracks of blood,
Veins, arteries, nerves,
Bone on tendon,
Synovial and cartilage.

It is a vessel that
Forever is learning.
It is not stagnant ever.
It holds my breath
And takes my breath away.

It mobilizes me to action,
To thought, to dream, to create.

The body is a vessel for love.
I can receive and freely give it.
I can hold another’s torso
And their secrets.

I can laugh and cry.
I can release and let go.
I can hold and embody.
Mine can twist and take shape
Intertwine with my lover.

I can stretch and realize
My edges are further than I thought.
I can smile and accept
This body that is mine.



Connection

RELEASE

Release the urge to get it right
Perfection is the joy destroyer.

Release the desire to sound eloquent
To have the right words delivered
At the exact moment.

Release and trust that I will receive
What I’m meant to.

There is no end goal
No finish line
No final product.

We are all works in progress
And there is always room for more:
More edits, for rewrites, to rehashing
And then what’s left?
Hacked up, tattered words
Left on the page.

Torn fragments.
Might as well make confetti
And see where the words land.
That would show perfection.

I don’t have to do it right
Or get it right.
There is no finish line where 
I suddenly become who I’m meant to be.

I am her now.
I embrace and embody her now.
There is no “there” to get to.
I am the joy, the connection,
The creator.

I am the words that you see,
The sounds that you hear.
They are all a part of me
And a part of you too.

Where does creativity come from?
The seed of the soul is my guess.

What seeds are you going to plant today?
What nourishment does your soul desire?
What would you like to plant?

Place them in your palm
And touch the earth.
You are forever supported
And nourished.