All posts tagged: poetry

Pure intentions

”Choose authenticity and your life will begin to change.” Like a loyal friend you return, each and every year, dear autumn, dear fall. However, every time you bring something new, something unique. Oaks dressed in crimson, leaves in brightest red. And I’ve learned to trust that there’s nothing more to dread, about things once said.  You stir me, make me question every thought, every action. The way you always manage to keep it fresh and wild, darling fall child. You steady me, make me feel at peace, at home. Yet, eventually you’ll leave, making room for the cold, whilst the whitest snow turning into gold. Blissful laughters in the wind; You’re still alive. Act like it. Everything falling into place, even though everything seems to be falling to pieces, leaves melting to the ground, capitulating in the arms of winter. We endure the fire, the wind and the waves. Travelling within seasons, eventually finding our way. With every dawn we have the opportunity to change our todays, as well as our tomorrows. We start by …

Dear November…

… let’s put a smile on each other’s faces. ”You’re exactly who you need to be right now.” Follow you heart, quiet the mind. Dance with every breath. Now is the time to set all worries aside, to rise above limiting beliefs and self-destructive behavior. Awaken to a new confidence, as forceful as the strongest, brittlest wind. Found within. Sometimes it takes courage to be who you are. Always found within.  You’ve never been my favorite, dear November, however, I know so well that it’s about redirecting the attention. Redirecting the thoughts. Good energy, good vibes, filling our lives. Know you have the freedom to express yourself. The freedom to be. Create the things you wish existed. Create the life you wish to live. There’s always a reason to choose happy. Keep it fresh, and wild, darling soul child. In the beginning, even when your goals seem out of reach you’ll have to trust yourself. Trust that you have what it takes to get to where you want to be. In the end it’s only …

Fall inspo

”Life starts all over when it gets crisp in the fall.”   Vivid as the ocean, infinite as the sky. Colourful as the leaves go by. Take a glimpse at nature, a glimpse at the stars, and know by heart, your true power lies within and beneath your scars. Cosy sweater weather Coffee and poetry Music and champagne kisses Soft raindrops against the window Peace of mind Art Scented candle dinner Exploring new cities Oat milk and honey Love and laughter Passionate hugs Mountains Ocean views Flowers and promises Confidence and compassion Curiosity and creativity Painting souls Travelling Catching stars Catching eyes Reading out load Believing Rainy nights Being here right now fall  ❤ Linda

Dear October…

… as your days get darker, my soul gets lighter. ”While some people like to dance underneath the stars in June, others like to play with the red leaves of October, and I’m blissfully, wholeheartedly stuck in the middle.”   You’ve never been my favorite, however, you force us to appreciate even the darkest days. Although the sun is hiding and the clouds are heavy, we survive. It’s during rough times we grow, dear October. It’s during those times we know how to live. But I sense you have changed. You’re warmer than before, more colorful. Filled with laughter. Like you’ve risen in love. And like the wisest of them all, you’re letting go of what no longer serves you. Your brisk wind makes everything rejuvenating. The days; alluring and brightful, the nights; dark and calm. I see a star waiting to be born, intentions waiting to be established, a nature waiting to be cherished, and a life waiting to be lived.  October is for watching red leaves falling. Creating space. Taking action and working hard. …

Rise in love

”Choose love over fear. Over and over again”   A lot of us go through life with the assumption that love is difficult. Love is not difficult; we humans make it difficult. As a matter of fact, love is pretty simple – it’s life, in its purest form. It’s being vulnerable, authentic and raw. It’s walking side by side with the strongest force of them all. Without it we would not be. We would not exist. Darling human, if you seek love – be love. I love soft hearts, the birth of a new day, watching the sky, at night, brimming with stars. I love a white canvas, painting my life, feeding my soul. I love talking to strangers, deep conversations, I smile, when you smile. I love waking up early dawn, life’s still asleep, my heart wide awake. I love writing, feeding you hope, feeding you joy and laughter. I love the moon, the sun, and the stars. I love summer. In fact, I love all seasons. Autumn, winter, spring. I love the serenity of nature, the richness and …

Be patient with yourself

”No one is an overnight success story. Put in the work.”   Sometimes what we want doesn’t happen when or how we want it to. But that doesn’t mean the answer is ”no” it just mean ”not right now”, or ”I have a better plan for you, sincerely the Universe”. I believe the main difference between successful and unsuccessful people is not the way they vary in their competencies, but the way they vary in their ambition, and desires to reach their potential. Persistence is key, since good things usually take time. In the beginning of summer I felt rather unmotivated, in other words I felt a deep lack of inspiration. However, I didn’t let it get to me. I decided to focus on simply being present in the now (and not to worry about my lack of motivation), spending time with friends and family, working, and just enjoying warm summer days (and magical evenings). This past week, however, has been completely different. My entire being is bursting with inspiration. I can’t sleep at night …

Dear August…

… hug me, I want to feel your heartbeat. ”Sometimes I’m weak, scared and vulnerable, nevertheless, more often I’m strong, confident and alive. At peace.” August is for chasing dreams. Catching stars. Peaceful, dark summer nights. August is for late evening swims, enjoying the calmness of the sea. The calmness of the heart. August is for creativity, an imagination deeper than ever. The dark, dark sky filled with stars. Filled with hope. August is for believing in the power of nature. The power of humanity. Humid days and foggy nights. August is for beautiful souls searching for inner peace. Inner light. Loving kindness, curiosity and bravery. The last month of summer, and it’s still June in my heart. But one thing I know, you will be filled with love, dear August. Be brave, darling dear. Be brave. Everything you wish for, believe, and it will come to you. Flowers will grow. Don’t you know you were created to create? Create magic, create yourself. If it’s meant to be it will flow to you, effortlessly and …

Dear July…

…you were beautiful from day one. ”I’m going to make everything around me ravishing. That is the purpose.” July, I can’t believe you’re here already. I didn’t even have time to say goodbye to June. She was warm, she was lovely, filled with laughter. Please, be like June. Please, be forever. Please bring us humid days, foggy nights. Soul searching and loving kindness. It has always been you, dear July. Always been you.  5 am. Finding stillness. Seeking magic. Being free as the ocean, beautiful as the wildest flower. Inhaling confidence, exhaling doubt. Breathing in the warm days, short nights. Wide awake, we are, while watching the sunset gracefully transforming into sunrise. I’ll be all there, wherever you’ll take me. July is for meeting childhood friends who will always be friends although you meet far too seldom. It’s for being vulnerable, being soft. Finding that inner, burning fire. Moonlight, thunderstorm and heavy rain. Poetry filled with soul and passion, the wildest of dreams coming true. July is for festivity and reading books. July is for being me. ”Be careful who …

Talk about what you love

”Dear life, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.”   My darlings, let’s talk about the things we love, shall we? I love soft hearts, the birth of a new day, watching the sky, at night, brimming with stars. I love a white canvas, painting my life, feeding my soul. I love talking to strangers, deep conversations, I smile, when you smile. I love waking up early dawn, life’s still asleep, my heart wide awake. I love writing, feeding you hope, feeding you joy and laughter. I love the moon, the sun, and the stars. I love summer. In fact, I love all seasons. Autumn, winter, spring. I love the serenity of nature, the richness and wisdom she provides. I love books. Oh, how I adore a great book. I love walking in an empty street, the stillness, the force of life running through my veins. I love a crowded market place, a foreign country, conversations …