Grow (W)here You Are Planted

There's a bomb in my heart. I can see it in my mind's eye and it is bright, rolling, light screaming through movement. It's floating behind my ribs, spinning browns and whites and every color in between. It's growing every second and it makes me smile my back straight my eyes turn at the corners. Deep breath. There is wind and the sound of splashing waves. I am standing before myself and I am beautiful, taller and grander and stronger than I have ever imagined until now. Sand between my toes, hair blowing, darkness behind me, light before me a storm has come to my heart and it is everything I came to become. Photo : Pok Rie

at some point you have to make a choice you have to decide who you are and what you want this is that point Can we say "Geez!!"? I keep aiming and re-aiming myself at words, freelancing, blogging, Medium, notepad, Ecojot notebook I try to remember a couple of things while I feel like I'm floating in a beautiful sea no land in sight in any direction I turn, I know its out there... 1. My mom would often remind me that everything I want is just around the corner the trick is to be patient considering you can never actually know where that corner is to be found. 2. I remind myself that thoughts create reality so, when I find my thoughts spiraling down a drain of darkness and fear, I reign that shit in, go outside and look up at the sky and the trees and breathe deep and slow. 'Let the thoughts exist and go, only lightly focus on the ones that lead you in the direction of the life that is yours, the life that you want.' This moment in my

Photo credit: Steven Arenas When opening one's heart one must remember not to think. Do not think about who is listening, what they will think about what you are saying/writing/singing, whether or not your audience will 'look' at you differently. Focus on what you are sharing Focus on speaking the truth Remember who you are and Why you are here, now. Opening your heart may feel intense or big. You may find yourself trembling or breathing strangely. There may be thoughts in your head flying by so fast you have no idea what they are. Sometimes, you may fell as though it may prudent to stop altogether. When these feelings arise when they seem to be taking over your entire person when someone nearby, or even in your head, sees sweat forming on your brow and invariably mentions anxiety remember... breathe... Focus on what you are sharing Focus on speaking the truth Remember who you are and Why you are here, now.

Bhupendra Singh there are no levels words are spells that shape my reality I had to break myself I had to know I could break and rebuild life is leading me thru treasures inimitable in their magnitude and feeling open a window  look out the door up at the trees breathe I am the result of love between thousands  how beautiful and calming and inspiring generations of couples met fell in love brought life to the light lived  loved and died and I am here

I went home for a few days nothing clears the mind like laughter and the beach My brother often repeats words I've just said or phrases I've just uttered somehow hearing them outside of myself clarifies how funny I am The beach was windy to the point that it was almost too cold to sit in the sun and oh that sun...it was bright and lovely but the cold made it so I did not notice my skin burning now my shoulders and arms are itchy and red still red, 3 days later. It was worth it. Salt water and sand children running around free and shrieking with joy is always worth it. the renewal I feel after one visit after the walk from the car through white sands to that perfect spot the sitting, glancing around maybe reading something not expected to be inspiring but always is a visit to the water maybe a float through the sparkles then the walk back to the car hell yes always worth it. always worth it.

On this full moon I let go of fear fear of not being enough fear of being too much fear of having too much fear of not having enough I let go of pain and I let go of love. I let go of everything that is and everything I want to be. All of these feelings and more are now free to travel into me and through me find a space within where they can teach and stay or go as needed. I've noticed full moon nights are always windy nights something is always coming something else is always going I stood outside tonight and spoke magic into the wind I took a deep breath and tears of joy filled my eyes and then the wind stopped.

I learned about beauty from my mother. Every morning, Mom would brush my hair.  It was always a to do because my brother and I were not ‘wake up early’ people then.  I’m still not.  I used to think that when she touched me, even my hair, she could hear my thoughts like I was speaking them out loud.  There were a few mornings I found myself forcing positive thoughts about her in my head so she wouldn’t know I was still mad about having to clean my room the day before.  The rule was that no matter what, hair had to look good for school. I was 12 or 13 the first time I ‘got ready’ for a real party, with boys and hormones, and I remember she helped me put on some makeup and perfume.  I had gotten my period recently and I think she had decided it was time to see what I thought about the next level of womanhood.  It was the first time I saw myself as pretty.  I wore a red pencil skirt and an oversized white button down shirt.  It was the 80’s.  There were a few more parties she helped