Mental Health Is Good Too

I once again find myself taking a walk with the lyrics to a song that is driving the movement in my legs. The destination, being nature, that brings a calm to my soul. I sit near the lake’s edge and the tip of the pen, on the paper writing the words my heart and mind.

Forgiveness

I put a lot of pressure on myself to provide so much detail to the simplest of things in life. I will stop trying to be perfect for myself and accept so much more than I do. I will keep this short. I realize that I sometimes give out some good advice that is beneficial

Say Something

I have an insecurity that haunts me. That is having direct conversation with people and having to speak. The space can change, but the result stays the same. Face time, direct conversation, on the phone, web conferencing all different settings, my insecurity remaining. When it comes to my distaste for talking, on the phone, for

Still

Sunday mornings for me have always been that day to meditate over music and coffee. These days, given the certain state of 2020, I more frequently am able to have more of these days, but the do not bare the same effect, as Sundays. I lie wide awake before the sun has rotated enough to

Imagination

What does one really mean by the phrase, “letting go?” Is it choosing to no longer care about something? Is it no longer bringing attention to it? Is it choosing to forget? Is it choosing to disappear from? Is it just releasing something? If you start thinking about it then it no longer becomes recognizable

Patterns

At least I am able to have another excuse to start a new. We are in a new month. A new retrograde. I get my full moon on the 7th. In truth, there are no more excuses. I should have been posting, regardless of how I have been feeling That in itself, the repeating pattern

Solo

Trying a new path as I fight through the fog Learning to navigate with the little light there is Sensing only that is in front of me

I Don’t Know

I am in an interesting point internally Any questions asked greeted by the shrugging of the shoulders How are you? *shrugs* Are you hungry? *shrugs* I am neither good nor bad I just am A heartbeat going stagnant I am not questioning nor do I have answers My feelings and emotions have flatlined *shrugs* I

Raw

If I was writing this traditionally, then you may say over the past few weeks I have had writer’s block. I attempted to explain, in a post last week. My journey recently has taken me on a different path. I used the metaphor of a tree branch. It is not expected for anyone to understand,

Brown Eyed Girl

I am feeling you strongly, today. Wondering during a time of solace, what are you working on with your hands? The water is filling my eyes and I cannot get it together. I am bawling, but I do not have sadness. They are tears of pure admiration for you. My appreciation for you; overwhelming my