This Pisces season has been wearing on me.Mentally exhausted.Longing for the rejuvenation of spring. Though I understand I can’t let the external affect me, it’s an ongoing practice.I have been performing mental gymnastics.I meditate, journal, and do the things “I know” will benefit my mental health. Sometimes, these are the very things we neglect whenContinue reading ““Take Care of Your Needs””
Feel the feels.Sometimes the emotions rush in quickly like a hot, summer storm.Thunderous clouds roll through the sky with their downpours and flashes of lighting.The darkness has arrived.The path to healing isn’t linear, and it’s during the downward swings where you’re faced with your true coping mechanisms. This is when connection to spirit, to healthContinue reading “Acknowledging the Darkness That Comes with Wellness”
I only know the light because I’ve lived through the dark.My body, buried in the heavy, damp soil.Ready to decompose with the earth.Destined for more,My soul wouldn’t rest. Though suffocated by the soil,Spirit clawed its way through the dirt that tried to encapsulate it,simultaneously being kept alive by way of the earth’s minerals and nutrients.Continue reading “Sometimes I Float In Between”
Do you ever just sit with yourself? Come home without turning the tv on? Commute without listening to your headphones? Sometimes it’s nice to just be quiet; to not depend on external sounds for comfort. Can you be comfortable when it’s just you, your head, and the environment? Image captured by me at Bush TerminalContinue reading “You, Your Head, and the Environment”
Three drinks by my side. Because my emotions are running deep. How do I maintain a semblance of balance? Whiskey on the rocks, a band-aid for my pain. Green smoothie; I’m being healthy about “detoxing.” Water, to stay properly hydrated. Seems I will never be vice-free. Image captured by me.
In this life, I have died many times. Image captured by me at Green-wood Cemetery, Brooklyn
I finally see the sun through the forest. Slivers of light make their way through the dense packing of the trees. A clearing is in the distance. But—there seems to be a magnetic force around me. That’s what it is right? That’s why can’t I step towards the clearing. … what else could be preventingContinue reading “I See the Light But…”
I saw the light with you; but also saw the underworld. We plunged into the darkness, ventured into the unknown. Something about it was so beautifully scary; intoxicating. But it was time to take a break, to embrace the light again. You made your home in the darkness, established your throne.
Don’t worry, my quiet and melancholy nature doesn’t always mean something is brewing beneath the surface.
12:11AM It’s June 6th; the first night I hear sounds of summer. Crickets chirp outside as I try to sleep but my mind is racing. Photo captured by me, NYC.
Sadness is my friend, sadness is my foe. Sometimes I can sit with it and let it be. Other times it bubbles to the surface and boils over, leaving a mess in its wake. And sometimes I let myself just be consumed by it; I submit to it. Photo taken by me at Green-Wood CemeteryContinue reading “Sadness is my friend, my foe”
Been spending time in the shadow as of late.Not sure what forces are at play,but there’s been a shift somewhere, something is unsettled.
Feelings are just that, feelings. It’s also because of them, that we do the things we do. It’s because of our feelings, our desires for one another, that we hope to execute shared dreams; that we invest and feed each other’s souls. What do we do when it all seems to be in jeopardy? WhenContinue reading “Own Worst Enemy”
So much time spent trying to be strong, when maybe we’re afraid.Or unsure.Or because we fear being vulnerable. But what if being strong also means being receptive?Understanding that emotions are complex and sometimes messy.That it takes strength to sort through these feelings and understand them better.As humans, we have a penchant for making things harderContinue reading “What is Strength?”
Trying to make sense of things and it just never happens.Some days or moments, I’m spared and can feel pure elation, happiness.Some days or moments I feel absolutely weary. Photo shot by me, Prospect Park.
Sometimes, a home isn’t a home; only a place to rest your head. Shot by me in Crown Heights, Brooklyn.
It’s all unknown. We’re simply left with the desires of what we may or may not want in our lives – present and future tense. And then we make decisions. Shot by me in Prospect Park, Brooklyn
A young girl from Queens, Central Park was my playground. E, F, and R trains, with direct routes to Midtown, placing you at the entrance or within walking distance. Climbing up and down monstrous rocks and boulders, quite a feat for a child- Rollerblading on paved park streets of concrete, swerving in and out ofContinue reading “Central Park, My Playground”
It was too easy;the lies rolled off your tonguelike flooded waters. Something once peaceful and refreshing,now a messy nuisance. The water expands,the salt corrodes,everything is damaged in its wake.
I have to stay motivated, keep myself focused and remember to be kind to myself, because it’s hard. I’m no longer in my twenties and I think life is finally starting to break me down a little bit. Even though I try not to let it.I have to believe that I can manifest greatness inContinue reading “Be Kind to Yourself”