All posts tagged: prose

Dear April…

… take my hand, inhale my breath. We won’t die, as long as we don’t fall in love. ”April dear, I breathe you in like air.”   Time standing still. The warm, golden light, burning through our windows, caressing our cheeks, awakening our hearts. Dreaming of doing everything in life, and nothing on rainy Sundays. Watching captivating sunsets, and counting countless numbers of stars. Happily having you, blooming in my arms. Speak with no words, undress me with your eyes. Whatever you do, I swear, you got my feelings playing butterflies.  April is for getting lost in translation. Being curious and bold. Breathing in lust, breathing out fear. Breathe me in like air. It’s about a new earth, hope, and letting go. Soft raindrops against the window, purifying dark winter souls. Touch me with your words, with your eyes. As long as you touch me, I know we’ll be just fine. April is for being affectionate, playful and passionate. Confident, happy and alive. Stop looking for it on the outside, when it’s already resting within, …

Dear March…

… give me a winter to wake up, and deserve you. ”I just want to breathe in the ocean for a little while, forever, with you.” – returning home I hear spring whisper softly in the garden. Her warm wind, melting frozen hearts. Time to be bold, take the leap, and know, on cloudy days the sun is still there, underneath. Darling, I believe we’ll become dearest of friends. I wish to see you laugh. I hope you make me laugh. Oh how you melt my heart – come, dance with me. Darling, spin with me. And before I fall asleep, remember, gently kiss me on my cheek, and know, you’ll always be the one I seek.  March is for the sun so boldly shining. Coming alive. Quietly crying for the moon, and the stars. Time standing still, frozen, for us. Snow will be falling, flowers start blooming. A precious mix when nature can’t decide. 4 am, and my mind intense, the breath calm. Smelling hope, kissing the soft morning rain, moving with the waves. They …

Dear February…

… let’s be brave enough to speak up, about the things important to us. ”In a world of chaos, she was the calm feeding my soul.” Darling February, during the darkest of hours, my first screaming breath, with you. Flawless, being one with your calmness. Just like the cold winter you embrace our deepest desires, our deepest needs. Forcing us to step into our own power. Becoming fearless, living life honestly. Guided by love, compassion and courage, truthfully ever after. February is for evolving, getting one year richer. One year wiser. Staying curious, and open-minded. Finding joy and laughter, everything we sought after. It’s about speaking up, being true to our own unique voices. It’s time we to stop being afraid of getting older – it’s time to show our deepest appreciation instead. Becoming curious enough to want to know more about ourselves, and the ways in which we can expand. There’s much to discover, and learn about life, about ourselves, as well as the people around us. Spending precious, slow-time alone, and gaining a better …

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 traveled, 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 …

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