Monday, January 31, 2011

Our deepest fear...

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.
-
Marianne Williamson

Friday, January 21, 2011

Who I am

I am
the genuine
original
#1 me

crafty
creative
studious
me.

I am
astonishing
full of flowers
sweet as icing

a wanderer
a dreamer

born in strawberry fields
born to meet the god of love
to ask for the one I need.

Unafraid of the future unknown,
trusting.

Embark.
Become the true you
genuine.
original.
true.

Free to be just me.
In this world of look alikes

Shout it out
Whisper it.
You are TRUE
because You are You.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Life



life's not the breaths you take, but the moments that take your breath away.

Monday, January 17, 2011

Poety Challenge

Recently I've been reading a book about exploring yourself and your own creativity. Own of the challenges with the book is to write a poem that uses words that you found in a book/magazine that somehow spoke to you or jumped out at you. You aren't supposed to read a full book or anything, just skim a few pages and write down the words. After you find some words that you like you use them to craft a poem. I took out an old leather bound thesaurus and wrote this. 

Never Finished
Originally uploaded by emberangel

astonishing that it could happen,
quick trust
in a wise soul.

a treacherous voyage
to see
the god of love
to ask
for the beloved.

powers
of a wanderer
full of tenderness
who dallied in the still waters

embark
become the navigator
say the words you've been longing to say

shout it

whisper it
like the fog rolling in
over the pavement
lithe and sweet 

words
set sail on the open water
of your tender passion

love.

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Perfect day


Perfect day
Originally uploaded by emberangel

“I think everyone has a certain part of their lives where they truly wish they could freeze time. Whether it was three years ago, today, or still to come, whether it was just a moment, a whole day, or a whole summer. Everyone has a time in their life where they wish everything would just stop. The world would stop turning and people would stop changing because to them, at that time, everything was perfect.”