i throw wednesdays. to tuesday.

December 17, 2014 Posted by gretchen

Today is Wednesday. I’ve checked a few times so far. I have had a vision that gets brighter with every breathe… Monday, Tuesday Wednes… etc.

I’ve been asking my best friends to pinch me more than usual lately. I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned that. Plus, I’ve been listening to some lyrical tracks:

Got the club going up, on a Tuesday…

This particular lyric reminds me of the 24-hour wonderland that I’ve grown so accustomed to. It stretches my smiles and flexes my thighs.

She said they call her...”

Meanwhile, our soul circle swam around me recently in the most marvelous, eye-opening way.

Bobbing seems to be suiting me.

I always write. Different pieces come through. I know, for a fact, there’s knowledge in what I am dripping right now. Considering how life is being twisted and spun in ways I’ll soon get into, my momentary mantra is be still.

Be very, very still.

“… on a Tuesday.”

 

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in the midst of shhhh

December 16, 2014 Posted by gretchen

IMG_6692I’ve been manifesting my face off… To me, manifestation is all about aligning yourSelf with karma. And karma, to me, isn’t good or bad – it’s simply the most opportune way to live, because it’s when you know you’re right where you should be.

So yeah… I guess you could say I’ve been meditating for a week. Amazing things have been occurring. Nothing I want to mention yet, not because I’m superstitious, just because I’m thick in the guts of a few kettles boiling at the moment.

I’ve actually started posts for the past few days, but then I dip back into trance and light another stick of cedar incense.

I knew at the most recent announcement of my life changing, something significant was around the corner. One of the hardest things for me to learn this life, and a theme of this boutIMG_6703 of existence, I believe – is patience.

I’m patient in the way where I accepted “life” at a young age, I think things occur in divine time; at least judging by what I’ve seen so far.

There are things so exciting happening around me right now, they make the hair on my arms stand up and chatter my teeth.

I started this page with dreams and aspirations and I have met a million of my goals in this bitter sweet mix of life arbitrarily sprinkled amongst a domain. Words go up, some come down, readers visit, some stay, some go – the cult stays steady.

In a few days or week-ish when I can elaborate a bit more on recents… everything changes again. Change is like love, even when you aren’t necessarily ready for it – it takes you into an entirely new world…

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creative. process.

December 7, 2014 Posted by gretchen

IMG_6079I read something earlier today about a fellow other’s “creative process”. While I appreciate the art this human produces, I couldn’t help but get stuck on “creative process”. To me, that sounds like a chore.

The context it was used in, was something along the lines of, “Thank God I don’t have to work a 9-5 because it would hinder my ‘creative process’.”

To me, “creative process” sounds like a laborious task. It makes me really glad I don’t have one. Understanding my soul’s interconnectivity to this mad land of Earth, clearly there is a tappable creativity within that, the same as there is a technical nature I can access and many other components that create how my tiny reflection shines the single source that, I believe, creates all of us.

Working never hinders my writing, nothing does – really. I think I experience ups and downs like everyone else, but I don’t feel like any sort of task I perform could ever impact my artistic nature to an extent where I would stop using written word as an outlet to process the world around me.

I received some positive feedback yesterday about a new writing gig I’m hoping to land. If I don’t, I guarantee IMG_6073something else will take care of me – but the sound of being able to write stories for an international organization about their worldwide employees and how they endeavor to make the world a better place sounds very sweet to me.

So I guess we wait and see…

My partner and I are having a Thanksmas today. We couldn’t spend Thanksgiving together and will be apart on Christmas, therefore today has been declared Thanksmas. My house smells like delicious and our ritualistic feast to celebrate what we have, even during times of apparent struggle, is something I am truly thankful for.

Here’s to digging into happy moments, spreading them and making them last. I plan to stretch our smiles today far into the month…

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and another one bite[’]s the dust

December 6, 2014 Posted by gretchen

then another one bite[’]s the dust

i love getting
jaggedly. shoved
to a reminder that i
have this body shaping
to form. i only hope. you have

not bothered to believe forever.

i forgo(e)t. time
before we arrived,
i stood up. this t(w)(o)o.
counting became how days
went by without participate. require.

what if there was only one possible?

when? the call. dis-
ruptures. we stay moving
in a cement government. mold.
again. i refroze, literally. stopped.
lies fell like water. falls. and i was all

ready. to drown because we never felt?

the scar. of your name is risen
on layers. of skin i left. long. ago.

 

i’ve got THICK SKIN, and an ELASTIC HEART. but your(‘re) blade, it might be TOO SHARP.

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outline this. (expression)

December 6, 2014 Posted by gretchen

outline this. (expression)

i moved inside. midnight. like touching: i…
walked and resided to find roaming. that
discovery… that this physical try
incapably accommodates my… what…
do you know anyone… who pushed… so… hard…
never learned to walk. i saturate. drift.
my memories born within. crystal shards.
broken, sharp outline. you fold to resist.
making shapes. we enlighten reflection.
seasonal turns. of what i must produce:
eliminate need. cut. out. injection.
like you can’t get beyond. a broken noose:
i stopped. telling. effort to make… aware.
gasping for words. the way humans breathe. air.

 

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