A Journey Calls | Poem

There are

a million questions

spread across the sky,

yet down here

we look

to the glimmering

The pale moon sits still

while hands on the clock

no longer feel

Can we be taken

to the warmth

of the very beginning?

Inside, a hollow tide,

Reverberates a deepening

“Why?”

A journey calls

promising home,

an end to the

palpable alone

I walk to where the stars

mark the broken miles,

Each mountain passed

is God’s promise

in a pile

Take me to where the itch stops,

to where

Winter can’t reach me

at the bones

Searching in the dark,

we crawl or we march

For the glimmer

within our soul

Thanking the Past Me

Thanking the Past

I thank you for the time you spent, writing all those blog posts—one after one, even though you only got a couple reads.

I thank you for posting online about your work, even though, it was oftentimes

scary as hell.

I thank you for following that inner-voice, even when it lead you down

a vulnerable path.

I thank you for the hour after hour,

without any results.

I thank you for investing in courses, even when your savings were dwindling.

I thank you for taking me out to get my nails done, when I sometimes felt poor.

I thank you for your ideas, like starting a blogcast— even if you didn’t know anyone would care.

I thank you for tuning out the negativity, and for taking advice from people who had done

what you

wanted to do.

I thank you for saying “no thank you” to anything

that didn’t feel true.

I thank you for making mistakes.

I thank you for letting the self doubt live,

and for feeding it love.

I thank you for waking up early, even when you had

nowhere to be.

I thank you for trying new things, over

and over again.

I thank you

for not obsessing about what others think

anymore.

I thank you

for walking me here.

Intuition

Intuition (to me)

is knowing

without needing to understand.

A little voice

inside my chest,

that can only be heard by turning inwards

ever so gently, and so far,

that I feel my insides touch space.

It comes through in forms of people,

animals, a smile, or even a tree–

unearthing what always was.

Sometimes it nudges

towards the next best step,

within the turns and twists of it all,

Other times, it draws a big picture

so I can figure out the how.

Wherever I go, it’s a breath away

waiting to be picked up

and appreciated