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Brave New Steps

I used to attract excuses and self doubt Because gratitude was scattered about. When expectations of myself were too high, Love should've been my only reply. Growth silently waited to move ahead, For me to breathe and get out of my head. Trust turned to stone Until I realized I wasn't alone. Love stood patiently by my side, Art became my reliable guide. Peace met me in grief's canyon, Forgiveness held me, a true companion. Wherever you roam- You are not alone!

Restored Art

When feelings become stirred, Releasing healing words Helps me to find myself. Unforgotten gifts no longer sit on a dusty shelf. As I pursue my passion With poetic fashion, There’s a stitching in my heart, Restoring lost art. S. Ambrose

Hello, Sunshine!

 Go on random  adventures - they make good stories! Hello, Sunshine! Unexpected Light             In a world where you can be anything, be a ray of sunshine. If you authentically live life with raw, vulnerable vibration, then you’ll meet many versions of someone that feels like Sunshine. It’s a person who walks into your world so unexpectedly. Their presence wraps a peace and warmth around you that pushes you towards your full potential.             One  ray of s unshine and I met unexpectedly.  Art in human form walked into my world, smiled, and awakened a fire inside of me. My soul somersaulted when we met as if it had recognized a forever friend. The light felt familiar and an instant connection caught me off guard. Soul recognizes soul became more than a quote in a free-flowing season of gratitude. ~~~~~~~~~~ Nostalgia's light It was a nostalgic season. The pandemic...

Daring Greatly

Life prepares you for where you are going to be before you get there Before I had the courage to leave unhealthy past workplaces, I almost memorized and would often passively aggressively post this quote: "It is not the critic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself in a worthy cause; who, at the best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat.” T. R. Two school years ago, I remembered my worth and as I walked to m...

Nostalgia

Nostalgia When my heart feels like stone,  I travel back in time to a childhood home. You loved me unconditionally, steadfast In  every season of my past, Homesick, I peek through Summer fields of fireflies to see you Before fireworks light up and spark a familiar feeling.  You're my favorite memory that needs healing.  Among Autumn's changing colors swirling at my feet,  Crisp air and crackling bonfires meet. Even though I feel protected by your ghost,  The colorful leaves make me miss you the most.  Snowflakes and candlelight fill up holiday midnights. Winter homes twinkle in cozy Christmas delights Of sugar cookies, board games, and peppermints. I snuggle up wishing to feel your faded fingerprints. Springtime hope battles to bloom Out of winter's frostbitten, cold, dark tomb. I love you more today than yesterday,  You're always with me guiding my way. You hold my heart through every season that I roam, I miss you deeply, you're my favorite poem...