A poem written from two perspectives. 1. You, looking for the perfect spot. Me, just wanting to lay down with you. Soft breathing. Warm bodies. Sunshine. Too warm, the sun, for you. We move. You, looking for the perfect spot. Me, just wanting to lie down with you. Heart rate dropping. Knees touching. Bodies turned….
Writing is a lot like digesting. You take in something raw or well-prepared. To make it your own, you need to swallow, even when that’s hard. As the experience moves through your system, what’s nourishing gets absorbed, what’s not passes through, and in the end, you just hope that what comes out is solid. …
They are so big, so high, so low. so persistent, so present. They overflow. They won’t back off, won’t hush, won’t stop, won’t go, won’t quit. They won’t give up. Until they’re felt, they’re witnessed, they’re seen. They’re processed, they’re held. Until they share what they mean. So do not rush, don’t block, don’t hide….
Stuck in my throat. Some in my chest. Words left unspoken. Things left unsaid. The brain couldn’t follow. The body froze. Too much to process. No space to pause. I want to let go. I want to move on. But something finds safety in songs left unsung.
White specks stuck to blue, red, black, like chewing gum to the sole of your sneaker. Relentlessly grabbing hold, after having been torn apart. Full of vengeance, determined to make you pay. White specks fluttering through the sky, making their way to grey concrete. They’re the color of snow, but dissolve they do not. Their…
Have you ever said yes when you wanted to say no, tried to plan each step, instead of going with the flow, focused on the bad, when there was so much good, created your own stories, when really all you should have done was hit pause, take a step back, look at the whole picture,…
Chest to chest. A soft embrace. A joint inhale. Two feet that trace an invisible line on hardwooden floor. A gentle turn. One more, one more. A sudden stop. Patience. Still. Two bodies waiting until the music will carry them further, guide their conversation. Action and reaction. An act of co-creation. Cheek to cheek. Thigh…
Why is business success still defined in terms of revenue and growth? Books mostly written about scaling and becoming better known? I don’t identify with getting bigger, pushing “just because”. Neither do I want to become louder, be present everywhere, create a lot of fuss. Instead, I’m trying to find that balance, between skill, joy,…
Today I struggled. My bucket full, tears flowing over the edges. My body’s way of soothing me, releasing endorphins and oxytocin. I wrote down my struggles, right here on Instagram, as a story that I chose not to publish. As a story that I chose not to tell myself. I wrote to release, to gather…