All posts tagged: poetry

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 season, 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 …

Dear January…

… it’s about time we take our power back. ”I want to see what the Universe unfolds for me.” January is for authentic beings awakening to their souls. While nature’s half asleep – bloom, darling, bloom. Evolve – one precious step at a time. Believe in yourself, never neglect your true worth. Your true light. Strive for progression, growth and compassion. There’s always something to be grateful for. Life. Dear human, be grateful for life. Kiss your worries away. Dance with every loving breath.  January is for taking that delicate, crucial first step. A beautiful opportunity to begin anew arises, sunrise after sunrise. Breath after breath. Souls awakening from the darkest of night. From the deep, deep slumber we all return to light. Guided by the strength within, shining bright. Brave being, believe in your dreams. Appreciate your journey, for it molds you into the human you are. Into the human you are becoming. This January is all about understanding one’s uniqueness. Knowing that it’s ok to be scared, to not have all the answers. Be ambitious anyway. Be …

Dear December…

… I look at you, and indeed a beautiful work of art, I see. ”Get lost, on the path less travelled, and return, a little bit more well-lived.”     YOU ARE NEVER FULLY COMPLETED ———————————————- Embrace the thought – Never fully completed – and your existence might become a little less intimidating. More light-hearted, less heavy. You do not have to have all the answers. All the lovers. All the glimmery, shiny things. As long as you have an intense yearning to listen, understand, and respond accordingly. As long as you carry within a deep desire to experience all that’s making you grow, bold and flow. Compassionate. Get lost, on the path less travelled, and return, a little bit more well-lived. With bruises and scars, but a heart so filled. smell your roses, taste your tears, unlock your laugh. whenever your voice can’t carry you – in an honest manner – speak, however soft, and weak. It’s a spinning wheel, or a tranquil deal. Your choice. Off-track, on-track, in-between, love and laughter, fear and disaster. …

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. …