All posts tagged: prose

Creative writing

”At least we’re breathing the same air, you and I.” Whenever I want to gain some new inspiration, and allow new thoughts to enter I free write. It can be about absolutely anything. It can start from a word that I like, from a song, from a conversation I overheard at the coffee shop or from nature. It can grow from anything. Writing is exercise for the mind. As important it is to exercise our bodies it is equally important to exercise our beautiful minds. However, you don’t have to write in order to challenge your mind; you can for example learn a new language, study a new subject or meditate – simply do something that your mind isn’t used to. Create space for new ideas to enter, whatever ideas they might be – let them come. Don’t analyze them too much; they’re just thoughts. In the end they will simply be words written on a piece of paper. Step out from your own mind I often try to picture myself in another person’s mind …

Dear January…

… be brave enough to speak your truth. ”If you want to know love you must lose your fear of life.” January is for awakening to the authenticity within the soul. While nature’s half asleep – breathe, darling, breathe. Move, one precious step at a time. Trust 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.  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 Self. Now. Appreciate the journey, for it molds you into the human you are. Now. Into the human you are becoming. Now. The human you’ve always been. Now. This January, all about understanding one’s uniqueness. Knowing that it’s ok to be scared, to not have all the answers. Be ambitious …

Dear December…

… let’s get lost, shall we? ”Get lost, on the path less traveled, and return, a little bit more well-lived.” 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 traveled, and return, a little bit more well-lived.With bruises and scars, but a heart so filled. Smell the 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. It is you life, be that as it may,always say thank you, for this new day. You do …

Dear October…

… you’re golden. ”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 the 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 these times life begs us to live. … 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. Caring for oneself, and others. Just like nature, we transform. Becoming whole, empowered and complete. Putting positive intentions into everything we do. Silently witness the beauty of nature – notice how …

The utmost freedom

”When humans stop running away from themselves, the world will become a kinder, more peaceful place.” At times freedom has little to do with the outside world, and circumstances. Man becomes free the moment he becomes free of thought. When he does not longer obsess over the constant chatter in his mind, but instead turns towards the heart. Freedom from compulsive thinking, desire, addiction, outside validation, constant approval. How does one become free of all that? I think one needs to stop. One needs to allow himself to slow down, to listen. When one is constantly bombarding himself with stimuli from outside sources it becomes nearly impossible to hear, or see anything. How is one able to listen to the whispers of the soul if one is continually caught up in the outside circus? How is it possible to become aware of the song of the heart when the sirens of the external environment is set on full volume? One does not typically feel comfortable sitting alone with one’s thoughts. To realise just how dysfunctional …

Dear September…

… you make me feel at home. At home in this restless soul of mine. ”Darling, if you want to know love you must lose your fear of me.” The leaves shine bright in warm golden light. Utterly mesmerized, while watching summer falling artlessly in love with September, whispering final words of goodbyes. Be aware darling human, be aware, you’re shifting, like the softest, brittlest wind. Stay open, be alert, now, the perfect time for a rebirth. While I’ve always kept summer close to my heart, still and all I believe my soul breathes for fall.  September is for faith. Love and compassion. It’s for knowing one’s worth, and the ability to shine light in another person’s life. Taking care of the body, as well as the soul. Exploring new cities and friendships. It’s for constantly learning, constantly evolving. Small steps in the right direction. Appreciating every victory, every mistake. It’s for blissful mornings. Dark, quiet evenings. Golden opportunities from dusk till dawn. The bright sunlight caressing thirsty hearts. Thirsty souls. It’s about the ability to …

Dear August

… hug me, I want to feel your heart beat. ”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 gently. …

Contemplation

”In silence you will find yourself.” mornings are for coffee and contemplation. truth be told the past four months have been mostly about becoming one with the stillness, one with the unknown. never have i spent this much time in my own company. i would lie if i said it hasn’t been tough at times – cause it has. however, it has been one of the greatest opportunities i’ve experienced thus far, simply cause it has forced me to go within. forced me to not run away from myself, from all the emotions – fear, pain and anxiety – that come with uncertainty. it’s a beautiful thing to be able to carry oneself through deep healing. still, an important aspect to bear in mind; we’re never alone, although we might be and feel lonely. there’s always an opportunity to reach out to a friend, family member, mentor or why not even a stranger if you feel the need to share your thoughts with someone. journal. create. or simply choose to just be, to sit with …

Dear July…

… it’s you, since no one else makes sense. ”There’s beauty in simplicity.” July, I can’t believe you’re almost here. I don’t even know if I’ll have time to say goodbye to June. She is warm, she is 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 you make …

Dear June…

… … it’s been a year since we last met. I can’t believe you’re almost here. My soul talks about nothing but you. ”I speak so much better when I’m silent. 4 AM sunrise. The world is quiet. My mind intense.” June dear, nature must be head over heels for you, the way she blossoms when you arrive. I look at you, and wonder, out of all the months in the world, I’m happy to have found one that is so perfect for me.  June is for hot, loving summer nights. Magical, never-ending evenings. The sun wide awake, but please, don’t go back to sleep, you’re one to keep. June is for finding the happy within. Smelling roses and counting stars. Eating strawberries and breathing in vitamin sea. June is for dancing with the waves, playing with nature, kissing the soft, morning rain. You’re impeccable, just the way you are.  This June is all about not forcing things. What flows, flows. What crashes, crashes. There’s only space for the things that are meant for us. Beautiful words, beautiful beings. Life …