Tag: relatable
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My love
She shows compassion as she hugs me when I say I’m not feeling well. She makes me laugh with funny jokes, looks, comments, and dance moves. She cuddles me every night before she falls asleep. She’s intuitive and knows when she’s had enough. She understands me when I speak and sometimes responds without words. She…
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Alternative storytelling #14
“The possibility that empathy is part of our primate heritage ought to makes us happy, but we’re not in the habit of embracing our nature. When people commit genocide, we call them “animals”. But when they give to the poor, we praise them for being “humane”. We like to claim the latter behavior for ourselves.”― Frans…
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Alternative storytelling #13
Faces of the renaissance fair in Deerfield Beach, Florida. *all photos taken by me*View post to subscribe to site newsletter.
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Dark poetry
We are so quick to close the door after an experience. We allow the small details to fester and disintegrate within our own bodies and minds. But why not keep that door open and allow others to see in? Why not allow others to watch the unfolding and unraveling? Not because I think it’s important…
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Island
Darkness courses through my veins just as light emanates from my body. I see, feel, process, internalize, and communicate differently than some others, and sometimes I feel like an island. People can see my silhouette from a distance but upon getting closer they just can’t grasp the complexities of what is before them. My emotions…
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Herniation
I was an extremely active and athletic child leading into my teenage years. With 7 years of basketball, 4 years of soccer, 2 years of flag football, and 9 years of competitive horseback riding. On top of that, I frequented the skate parks on my rollerblades. I was always climbing trees, fences, baseball dugouts, and…
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Academia
Grade school and I never really meshed well… I was far too physically active, mentally distanced, or not intrigued enough to fully dive in. And on top of that, I was a young beautiful girl in a public school system which felt like I was a minnow thrown into a deep cage with hundreds of…
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Fight, flight, or freeze
I’m relentlessly tossed around in the rush of a wave pool (constructed by my own choices) begging for the machine to turn off. Lifeguards watch from the sidelines, mistaking my fearful face with a face of adrenaline. I want to get out. I can’t gain my footing even though the ground isn’t far from my…
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Multifaceted
Learning how to love myself genuinely is proving to be one of the more challenging lessons I’ve been faced with. (And I mean love, not tolerate.) There’s a difference between looking at yourself in a mirror and truly seeing yourself for who you are, flaws and all. It’s easy to fall victim to the mindset…
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Limited language
There are times when I want to claw my skin off. Not necessarily to get rid of the skin that I wear but more so to release what I feel is trapped inside. I have found that words cannot properly express what it is that I’m trying to convey, and because of that I feel…
The Sacred Body 