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Hi.

Thanks for stopping by.  This is my invitation into my life, work, and our collective creativity, love, and kindness.  I hope you enjoy your time here.  

A BLANK PAGE

A BLANK PAGE

Thoughts on trying to find (or return to) the things that we love

Life is seasons, which makes it tempting and easy to live in a state of restlessness, of trying to go back or rush ahead. It is hard to honor the present. 

Sometimes, we find ourselves with consistent struggles.
Sometimes, we find ourselves on new terrain. 
Normally, we find ourselves with both the old and the new. 

A Blank Page is the first poem that I wrote since starting my new job. About a month ago, I started working as project manager for JETLAUNCH. It is amazing, and I am so grateful. However, with that work, young kids, a family, a house, pets, and life, I have not made time for writing. I have found other outlets for creativity, but I am afraid that I will never again be gifted the pieces of the puzzle of a poem in my mind. I am afraid that poetry was only a salve for a few hard months, a few hard years, a few seasons of my life. 

Trust is a tricky thing. 

A Blank Page is about the struggle of feeling like simultaneously TOO MUCH and NOT ENOUGH. It is about not trusting ourselves, our stories, our gifts, and our space in this world. My struggle with trusting the ENOUGH-ness of it all is what spurs my writing, my site, my bracelets, my hopes, my life. 

There will be poetry. There will be love. You will have what you need. You are enough.

 

A BLANK PAGE

i can not find my words, my space
i search my mind, i return to the place
where emotions and words normally meet
but there is only silence in my mind
a blank page

i can not find my future, my dreams
i always find myself in the in between
where nostalgia and hope restlessly meet
but there is only confusion in my mind
a blank page

i can not find my people, my community
i experience disconnection not unity
where friends and families comfortably meet
but there is only loneliness in my mind
a blank page

i can not find my home, my space
i try to believe in love and grace
where my truth and understanding mysteriously meet
but there are too many words in my mind for
a blank page

 

photo by:
Florian Klauer via https://unsplash.com/@florianklauer

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