Thoughts Recorded in an Old Journal...
Monday, July 1, 2013
labyrinth
What is powerful like a lion,
gentle as a dove,
shrewd as a serpant,
beautiful as a rose,
and vast as the ocean?
My spirit when it collides
with His...
Friday, May 10, 2013
danza sacra
Just as the
cardinals
& the sparrows
chase after one
another
& twirl mid air
in some secret
dance of
Spring,
so God desires
our relationship
to be
like these
feathered ones...
a sacred dance,
both intimate
& playful,
ever pursuing one
another...
Our song
a beautiful melody,
a testament of our
love for one another...
under a canopy
of green
He romances
my soul,
taking me under
His wing,
He shelters me
from the storm...
He is my Guardian,
my Source,
the lover of my soul,
my partner
in this sacred duet,
this hallowed
dance.
Thursday, May 9, 2013
Demons
Hidden deep within
the things of which
I swore I'd never
speak
raise their ugly head
to be confronted
once & for all,
only now
I'm stronger,
more determined
than ever...
If I back down
now,
the ghosts of my past
will forever haunt
my path...
If I face my demons,
only God knows
the depths I'll have
to descend
in order to
rise above...
But I must
rise above...
I will learn
what I must
from them
and purge myself
of the rest...
then, and only
then, will I
lay these demons
to rest.
I can hear
every flap & flutter
of their wings
as they
chase each other
from branch to branch
& tree to tree...
Occasionally they'll take
a break
to come say hello
or to fly circles
around me...
Their bright red feathers
flash in the
bright morning sun
as their songs,
crisp & clear,
pierce the
humid air
like a symphony
that stretches
for miles...
Monday, May 6, 2013
morning melodies
the sound of the rain
kissing the earth
reaches my ears
as my eyes take in
the brilliant greens
of nature
that surround me...
the birds' songs
echo
off the trees
& penetrate
the every weakening
walls around
my heart...
they speak to me
with enchanting melodies
at once
drawing me outside
myself
and deep within..
I soak in
the beauty
of my city
as I prepare
to leave it behind.
Friday, May 3, 2013
the daughter of Da Vinci
full of childlike curiosity,
walking with grace & poise,
expression revealing
contemplative concentration
& wisdom
beyond her years,
eyes hinting of
the mystery within,
an extraordinary specimen,
a free spirit
& child of the earth,
a creator and vessel of
beauty
Friday, April 26, 2013
Bound
Do you ever feel trapped
inside your own skin?
Maddened by a song
kept deep within
Longing to break free
Taking care to
keep from tossing
pearls before swine
Haunted by visions
beheld by your own eyes
Pensive state mistaken
for a quiet nature
Bound by a body
seasoned far beyond
its years
Monday, April 22, 2013
Restless...
Hesitant
To let myself
Drift off
To sleep
Unsure of what
Waits for me
In my
Dreams
Will I receive
A word
Of revelation?
Or given a
Glimpse
Of what is
To come?
Or shall I be
Haunted
By visions
Of death?
Only God knows
What waits
For me
When sleep
Overtakes
Me.
To let myself
Drift off
To sleep
Unsure of what
Waits for me
In my
Dreams
Will I receive
A word
Of revelation?
Or given a
Glimpse
Of what is
To come?
Or shall I be
Haunted
By visions
Of death?
Only God knows
What waits
For me
When sleep
Overtakes
Me.
Saturday, April 20, 2013
On the road
On the road
Is where I thrive
On the move
Is where I feel alive
Only a small suitcase
& a bag full of journals
My constant companions
New lands
Ever beckoning
New corners
Of the world
waiting
To be
Explored
On the road
My soul ignites
On the road
My words take flight
Is where I thrive
On the move
Is where I feel alive
Only a small suitcase
& a bag full of journals
My constant companions
New lands
Ever beckoning
New corners
Of the world
waiting
To be
Explored
On the road
My soul ignites
On the road
My words take flight
Monday, April 15, 2013
Divine Creativity
When an artist creates, a piece of their very essence is imbued into that work of art. As we each were formed in the womb by the hands of the Creator, something was imbued into the core of our being: a spark of creativity - the ability to bring forth something beautiful into the world. Everyone on this earth possesses that spark, though it looks very different for each individual, whether it takes the form of cooking, building, painting, writing, playing an instrument, singing, farming, acting, sewing, drawing, etc.
We are all creatives. The difference is whether or not we choose to invest in and validate our own form of creativity. Whether we are brave enough to pursue and develop it, no matter the cost.
We were created to create and to pursue our passions. This is what liberates the soul. When someone creates from the depths of their being, whatever the final product may be, it will move others deeply- whether it be a powerful painting, a carefully prepared dish, a mesmerizing melody, a towering structure majestic & awe-inspiring, a tranquil garden, a passionate poem, or an inspiring story.
Being true to your inner creative and pursuing that creativity passionately is of utmost importance, for it is what points toward the divine creativity within each of us. That glimpse into the divine is worth the path of uncertainty that comes with following your spirit rather than worldly ambition.
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
the Tide
my hands
more often than not
are stained
with muted tones
of acrylics,
ink & charcoal
these days...
ink of a more
permanent kind
has begun
to creep
down my arm,
proclaiming
what has been
hidden underneath
for so long...
the long, golden locks
that once fell
to the curve of
my lower back
are gone,
replaced by a
boyish crop
that now
accentuates
my sharp features
& eyes
the color
of a rainforest,
full of energy
& life...
the diversity
of cultures
I've been
exposed to
& influenced by
becomes more
apparent by the day
as my art
once again
undergoes the process
of evolution...
It seems my
horizons
are expanding &
compressing
at once,
rendering me
unable to do
anything
but surrender
myself to
the Tide,
the Current
rushing through
my veins,
allowing it to
guide me
where it will...
always moving,
growing,
changing...
only now
has it made
itself known
outwardly,
rather than
keeping the
fire hidden
within...
I hardly know
that I'm ready
for what lies
ahead,
so surely
they will
not know
what to think
of me
anymore...
but no matter...
I will ride
this current
upstream,
I shall let
the Tide
wash over me,
purging me
of the
meaningless
& take me
to a place
of life,
transformation,
renewal,
freedom,
& purpose.
Saturday, March 2, 2013
divergence
the falling snow,
pure & white,
clean & weightless,
reflects my heart,
washed anew,
purged of the filth,
the residue that
remained from past sins...
a new woman
now occupies this body
that sits looking out
the window
into grey skies
birthing these intricate crystals,
these fleeting treasures...
Gone is the youthful innocence that once was,
here lies a more
seasoned soul,
clothed in grace,
ready to spread her wings
& soar.
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
inception
I had a dream long ago -
a vision, if you will,
in which all the people
of the earth
pursued and engaged in
that which they were
created to do...
those inclined to create music
created beautiful, melodious music,
those inspired to dance
danced with grace and fervor...
those inclined to paint
painted with all the colors
under the sun...
those inspired to build with their hands
built sculptures and buildings
with great precision and grandeur...
those given words and insight
wrote with profound eloquence and wisdom...
those with a special bond to the earth's soil
cultivated crops and plants
for both beauty & sustenance...
nimble fingers
sewed, knitted, and quilted
brilliant fabrics and
soft materials for clothing and warmth...
all working together in wonderful harmony and
in such a sweet rhythm,
meeting one another's needs,
bartering their crafts, skills,
& time...
I awoke with tears filling my eyes
from witnessing such beauty
and from having to leave such a place...
Upon much reflection,
I now know that this
is the very reason
the world now makes sense
only when
I am in front of a canvas
covered in paint...
the reason I must continue to create,
to bring a piece of that
vision into fruition
here amongst a society
looking only to make a buck,
leaving all inclinations
& inspiration behind
somewhere along the road
between expectation
& success...
to inspire others to dive head first
into this vision,
finding their voice, their place,
above the noise
& calling out to others
to do the same.
Thursday, February 21, 2013
through the eyes of another...
Beneath these bright,
cloudless skies
crowning this luscious, green
country
I sit
under the shade of trees
that rest
at the foot of the volcano...
turning a piece
of lava rock
in my scarred
but lovely hands,
I observe its surface,
porous & rough,
while a gentle breeze
washes over me,
kissing my dark
skin
& rustling the foliage
above...
I close my eyes
and breathe it in,
praying that it
washes away the
scars in my heart
& on my body...
I can smell the lake
on the breeze...
Lake Kivu,
both beautiful
& haunting,
where thousands of
coffee farmers
drown every year
attempting to
smuggle their crops
across the border
after dark
to do business
in an economy
better than their own...
Sounds of bodabodas
& horns,
the bustle of the
market,
& children playing
in the distance
reach my ears...
There is much
to be done...
cooking, cleaning,
& taking care of
my younger siblings...
but I had to
get away,
if only for a
moment...
I open my eyes
& my gaze
falls once
again
to the scars
that cover my body...
scars from a group
of rebels
that passed through
our village,
destroying our homes
& crops,
killing many,
attacking & raping
me and many
other girls
who couldn't get
away fast enough,
first hiding
their siblings
& children they'd born
from past attacks...
The flashbacks
force me
to close my eyes
once again,
trying to blink the
memories away...
I take a deep
breath
& slowly open
these eyes-
these eyes
holding more
pain
&
maturity
than a girl
of fifteen years
should hold...
I take in
my surroundings
and
for the moment
the images are gone...
I stand up slowly,
brushing dirt off my skirt,
and place the lava rock
in my blouse pocket...
I thank the trees
for their shade
& solitude,
then begin my
way back
to the village.
7:30am
[A morning in the life
of a Congolese girl]
Friday, February 15, 2013
Reverie
A bird
hidden amongst
the trees
sings to me
loud & clear,
adamant
that I
hear him out.
He has a beautiful
song.
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
admonition
Embrace the moment.
Breathe each breath purposefully.
Realize that you are right
where you need to be...
that this very step
is essential to the next.
Open your heart & your mind
to the lessons
waiting to be learned.
Close your eyes & listen
to the answers
waiting to be revealed.
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
His Presence
1/29/13
there is no
part of the forest
more alive
than this one
at this moment...
the birds flock
to him,
this solitary boy
with his guitar
singing praises
to the One
who created
this sacred place...
they sing along
with him
to the Song...
on this bench
called "No Regrets"
I sit
as He stirs my
soul,
romancing me,
showing His great
love for me,
His unconditional love,
of which I've
never deserved...
there is no
part of the forest
more alive
than this one
at this moment...
the birds flock
to him,
this solitary boy
with his guitar
singing praises
to the One
who created
this sacred place...
they sing along
with him
to the Song...
on this bench
called "No Regrets"
I sit
as He stirs my
soul,
romancing me,
showing His great
love for me,
His unconditional love,
of which I've
never deserved...
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
beneath grey skies...
Underneath these grey skies
I rest
looking out across
the tree tops
bare & lifeless...
birds small & large
sing to me
their winter melodies
while hiding
behind roots
& limbs...
they sing to me
of distant lands
from whence
they fled
when the cold air
descended...
they sing cheerfully
on this warm,
grey Tuesday...
perhaps the mild day
has fooled them
into thinking
that Spring
is right around
the corner...
that sunny skies
& the warmth it brings
both to the earth
& my soul
has come early
this year...
Oh if only it
were so!
How I long to bask
in fields of green
grass & brilliantly
colored buds
under the harsh
rays of sunlight
darkening this now
oh so pale skin...
Oh how I long
for this cold,
lifeless winter
to be but
an ever fading
memory...
Dear feathered friends,
let it be so!
Sing to me
of newness
& life
teach me to sing
once again...
Cool breeze
course through
my hair
& clear out
all the thoughts
that
crowd & cloud
my mind...
swaying trees,
teach me
to dance again...
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
metamorphosis
how much the sky
changes
in the hour
the sun
travels
from far below
the horizon
to spread its rays
across the earth
forcing the darkness back
& bringing in a new day...
displaying more colors
than i could
hope to record
& radiating warmth
through the cold air
and my ever-searching
heart...
Sunday, January 20, 2013
unveiled elegance
today is my first day
wandering this place
since the leaves fell...
the crisp winter afternoon
leaving the trees bare,
reflecting pure gold
beneath the bright sun
contrasting against
the cloudless
pale blue sky...
the magic & mystery
has remained
even as the
foliage passed away
&
the deer all but disappeared
from view...
there is something beautiful
about the naked limbs
cascading over
the dark, glassy lake...
the vulnerability,
the unveiled elegance...
a solitary raven
soars high above
the water,
higher & higher,
taunting me,
beckoning me
to come...
then disappears
over the crest of the
far hill.
Winter Blues
how easy it is
to look
without seeing,
hear
without listening,
eat and drink
without tasting,
touch
without feeling...
to become only a shell
of the person
you once were.
Friday, January 11, 2013
fan the flame
1/11/13
1:00am
Sometimes I forget
the fire
that burns inside
my chest...
Every day life,
expectations,
the fog,
the complacency
that surrounds,
they all creep
into my
subconscious
and
I neglect the flame,
leaving it
a mere ember
and leaving me
numb.
But then I remember
the insatiable
fire
roaring from
the depths of my soul...
the energy,
the passion,
the potential,
the determination
betrayed by
the gleam in
my dark green
eyes...
the slight
upward curve
of my lips
only hinting
of what lies beneath..
at times
the flame
grows so strong
that
I wonder
how my small
frame will
contain it.
It is then I am
reminded
to always
remember
the fire
that lies
within...
never to take
it for granted,
and to continue
to fan the flame
until the day
it flickers
and is
extinguished.
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
Old Haunt
in this little
coffee shop
squished between
the Hermitage
Home Depot
& Lowes
I've spent more
time
than any house
I've ever lived...
It was here
I spent hour
after hour
reading, sketching,
writing, working...
talking with
old friends
&
making new
ones...
It was here
that I broke up
with my
high school
boyfriend
and spent
the following
weeks
adjusting
to single-hood
and eventually
embracing it...
here I
deflected
many a
creep,
chatted with
lonely old
men
&
women
frequenting
this
caffeine
sanctuary
hoping for a
sense of
familiarity...
It was here
my dad
chose to
visit me
like some
cold business
meeting...
here
I acquired
the taste
for my coffee black...
here I escaped
from the
suffocating walls
of the
small Christian
college I attended...
It was here
I began
to challenge
the way
I'd been taught
to think
about the
world
&
about God...
and though
I've traded
this old haunt
for new ones
in the heart
of Music City,
it is here
that I come
to reflect
on all the
things that
make me
who I am
today...
It is here
I still
escape to...
here I feel
home.
Monday, January 7, 2013
the refuge
high in the trees
there is a place,
a refuge,
filled with vast walls
made of glass
where the birds keep
one company
& the squirrels oft
swing by to say
hello...
where sunlight
filters in
casting a golden
haze throughout
the space
like some divine
vision...
It is not a house
but is indeed
a home-
A place to find
rest
& commune
over
bread and wine...
a place of
weighty conversation
where books
tower high
& jazz music
dances around
the enclosure...
not a house
but indeed
a home.
Friday, January 4, 2013
propriety
It would be
more acceptable
to speak of
the long nights
downing coffee, black
or brandy
on the rocks,
the days spent
skipping showers,
shaving,
and clothing,
running around the
house
in my underwear
baring every tattoo
and freckle,
or surviving
on a diet
of bread and almonds
for weeks
all for the sake of my craft
had I only been born
a man.
Thursday, January 3, 2013
Morning Glory
I sense the sun
before I see it...
My eyes open
slowly
to take in the
warm light
filtering in
through the
closed blinds...
I stretch out
on my back
warding off
the lingering
haze of sleep...
I make my way
down the stairs
of this new house
of which I am
merely passing
through...
always passing
through...
I grind up
the cheap
coffee beans
I find in
a cabinet
and put a pot
on to brew...
I lean against
the counter
and glance over
at the gorgeous
piano
beside the staircase...
I walk over
and sit at the
bench
running my fingers
over the
smooth ivory keys...
I begin
to play
a familiar
tune...
Beethoven's
Fur Elise
My fingers
dance
up and down
the familiar keys
sending notes
beautiful & haunting
through the
otherwise empty
house...
the hardwood floors
& high ceilings
provide incredible
acoustics...
I move on
to another
familiar tune...
an old hymn,
Come Thou Fount...
again my fingers
glide up and
down
the full length
of the piano...
the notes loud
and clear
full of energy
I let the
last notes
linger...
looking up
I see my
reflection
in the
glossy black
finish...
I am a ghost
in the reflection
of my
beautiful piano.
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