Whispering Trees in the Tussle of the Wind.
Is theirs a language in signs and vibration like the ripples across an ocean? I wonder, how do trees smile? Because when I see them, I do.
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Jolie Marie Carey
How Do We Embrace the Jagged Narratives? {poetry}
The narratives explode leaving us wounded and ashamed. Some days we wish the turbulence would go away and the nasty past and continued present weren't true.
Holding on to Hurt and Joy Circling into Each Other.
There’s beauty in the mix of resistance and surrender... a yin-yang symbol where sadness has a drop of joy and joy contains a dot of pain.
The Poignancy of Pain: For All the Things Words Cannot Convey.
There is so much collectivity in pain and so much isolation. But, I wonder if adults can break down.. and throw a temper tantrum at the injustice of it all.
Love Matters, but Where Is It?
Love is the expansion of holding the pain, the chaos, and hopelessness. Love is limitless. But we are on the edge of our love frontier. It extends into infinity, but are we the warriors willing to risk it and go there? The other side is dark and deep, and there are miles to go before we sleep, ...
Engulfed In The Beauty Of Becoming.
No one would know a tree had in it the secret power of becoming, this arduous task to burst into grace. No one questioned its tumultuous process of arriving, regal garlands growing in its hair. No one would think months ago a tree would be born anew. But this season has always come. There is a ...
A Holler From The Heart In 2016.
No more of how to do, become, or get happier in 2016. No more of let go of or incorporate this or that. I’m into the minimalist concept that is everything there ever was: self-love. I guess it is my list of one. May we indulge in it and saturate ourselves.