Ambar_Being

Writing my human experience

[ambar-being]

Writing prompt: icy imprint

As I looked down, I saw the skeleton of the leaf - a chiseled landscape of veiny roads - outlined in the blank canvas of the snow.

*Jump into this sentence and consider what happens next...where did this leaf come from and why?

[ambar-being]

2022

perspective with reflection 

yearly assessment removing lens of perfection 

acceptance of efforts made and actions taken

also celebrating steps not taken 

for uncarved steps present different routes to explore 

and new paths to create 

give yourself permission to remind yourself:

you did it 

you are here 

throughout the year you...

laughed like a balloon bursting with confetti

cried tears that equaled the weight of the ocean 

smiled with beams of joy that melted ice 

frowned while your eyebrows furrowed 

slumped with grief 

danced to the beat of your inner symphony;

and with all of that, 

I hope you take a moment, 

as you read this

and hug yourself 

in celebration of

you 

and the human experience you are living

cheers to you 

and to the new paths that await your exploration in 2023 

[ambar-being]

Hardcover Journal Matte - Etsy

This Journals & Notebooks item is sold by CreativelyWholeistic. Ships from Beltsville, MD. Listed on Nov 11, 2022

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customized journal to plant the seeds of your creativity…

[ambar-being]

Writing prompt: the last rose petal to fall

The crunching began swiftly, like the change of seasons, causing petals once soft to crumble, their limbs drooping with the heaviness of neglect.

(write the next sentence, and the ones that follow...) 

[ambar-being]

Writing prompt: cloudy words

Imagine you are a cloud...

*what color and shape are you? what would a day as a cloud look and feel like?

Now, imagine you are seconds away from a heavy rainfall...

*what now?

[ambar-being]

Writing prompt: flash mob!

You are the choreographer of a flash mob...

* what’s the setting?

* props? costumes?

* what music genre / song?

Why? Would your dance moves have an intention, a message to convey from start to finish?

Ready, set...go! Allow your words to do the dancing!

[ambar-being]

sunset wonders

when the sun sets, where does it go? does it sleep tucked inside mother earth’s temperate womb, finally cooling off? do it’s rays rest, recharging their brilliant shine? does the sun set an alarm for itself?!

sunny writing prompt:

if you were the sun, and you had a day off from rising and setting...

what, where, when, why, how?

[ambar-being]

Writing prompt: 🌻💐🌹🥀

Write from the perspective of a flower

[ambar-being]

Writing prompt: F e a r

What is a fear you have?

Now, if you dare, allow yourself to consider...

what color is it? how would it manifest as a facial expression? does a sound emanate from within it? if so, is it a sharp shrill, a whispered roar, a mix of the two, or a loud silence? what about it intimidates you, if at all? does it’s frame tower and loom, or is it barely visible, existing as a vaporous mist? does it 

------>   m o v e ? or stand still, anchored to the periphery of your vision, as if affixed to the floorboards? 

if you had one word, a sentence, what would you say to your fear? 

what if it invited you for coffee? what would that conversation feel, look and smell like? would it be one of many, or just the one?

[ambar-being]

humanity, i love us

humanity:

human - i - t(hank) - y(ou). 

i believe in our individual and collective possibility to remove external differences, which exist as mere mirages - foggy mists concealing our innate similarities - sameness, a like internal magnetism toward intangible concepts like love and peace; our souls are hungry for healing, for connection with ourselves and with other living beings. 

humans, believe in the purity of trees - bearers of leafy extensions of the earth. trust that the rooted branches do not wish to be cut mercilessly from their maternal matrix, much like our umbilical cord ties with our biological mothers.

imagine if growth remained unencumbered, without intervention from ego-centric decisions to cut, to overpower, to package, to sell?

humans, look into the eyes of the animal kingdom, notice the energetic exchange of unconditional love and that innate similarity that emanates through blinks.

humanity, hate is dividing us.

imagine that we are not the programmed insecurities we subscribe to - our souls are infinitely magical, capable of healing, of transcending the illusive lies that convince us we are meant to exist with fear and divisive sight. 

together, let’s choose connection through unanimous love and peace. 

[ambar-being]

If I could springboard into my coffee...

If I could springboard into my coffee...

my curly ringlets would become emboldened - more than ever - to unfold and curl without restraint

warm coconut milk would fill my nostrils with toasty and unsweetened hints of a tropical island faraway 

the synapses in my brain would fire with electrical impulse

memories would unfold clearly and this moment would become created in slow motion - 

my limbs dancing with the rich and bold energy of coffee beans 

once whole  

their essence now pulverized into tiny fractions of itself 

a splash of courageous, bold existence 

[ambar-being]

Writing Prompt: floating message

you are a neatly folded piece of paper tucked inside of a sealed glass bottle floating on the surface of the Ocean...

black ink bleeds through the lined notebook torn sheet...what are the words written inside?

[ambar-being]

melody of a smile

smile: a quiet introduction to a song

soft piano notes, one following the everlasting permanence of the other 

a beat ;

peaceful silence fills the music sheet 

gradual and slow growth of a sunflower

petals rising toward the sun

healing exhale

crescendo into the flight of a saxophone’s profound depths 

exuberant joy

curvature of lips like the curvaceous hips of an acoustic guitar

a swift motion of finely tuned chords 

eyes of wonder 

soon to speak with the curiosity of a violin’s shrill glee 

[ambar-being]

curls’

 more than a strand of hair follicles 

you are a dance

 a collective collision of individual movements 

I humbly accept my responsibility as your choreographer - promising to dedicate time and energy towards honoring your needs to quench your thirst, your desire to freely leap, twist, twirl and be. 

for years I longed for straight hair, resisting the natural urge existing on top of my head to uncoil, unwind, release. 

in this moment, 

as I hold each curl - I hold the individual parts of myself that I once loathed, once resisted.

as I hold all curls - I hold myself

 as I am

 a whole of individual parts,

me.

[ambar-being]

unevenly stitched

waltz, pivot, an uninformed plunge into the rugged depths of a line, divided, deviation of a twist into unchartered terrain. 

perfection of a creation not created with exactness but with a uniquely carved path, patterns sewn in directions unpaved, creation without blueprint but with a feeling, a yearning, a vision for the creation of a state of being,

to be; 

or not to be; 

that is the stitch. 

[ambar-being]

w a v e s  of  t h o u g h t

waves rippling like thoughts unfolding, drips into an empty cup

milliseconds before the threshold is reached 

- ideas, overflowing, electric brain lit like the city that never slumbers 

unplug, disconnect, and give 

add, fill, combine and mix the ingredients of being 

- flour, water, courage, trust, let it rise 

like the ocean wave dressed with a feverish garb of intent 

- intent to engulf, to unfold inside out -

returning back to itself 

propelled by the weighty support of a limitless foundation 

each water molecule the letters that form the concept -

 a sea of thoughts 

[ambar-being]

How wearing heels reminded me to make N O I S E

Oh mustard yellow measuring tape! With a swift tug of your inchy outstretched arms, please report the exact length of this slender tower of a heel... 

Ok disclaimer: I did not actually measure the length of the heel...let’s just say it was TALL! At least for my heel-expectancy, or heel-ectancy, it was longer than where my walking comfort lies. For a little background on my lack of extensive history with heels, here’s a very brief written description [in the form of a poem because, well, why not?] of what I hope translates to a visual in your mind...kind of like an unfolding montage:

a set of bony ankles 

j u t t i n g  out

crammed inside the greedy outer edge of a shoe 

appearing 

 aesthetically harmless 

- yet -

harboring inner, deceitful treachery 

with a sinister intent to suffocate and destroy its prey of choice: 

                                         bony ankles     

so I wobbled - an uncoordinated choreography of 

erratic fluttering of each feet flailing LEFT AND RIGHT, RIGHT AND LEFT 

- resembling that of muscle spasms 

unbalanced gaits 

until the F A L L 

- multiple falls

                                                                                        E N D of  montage.

Hopefully you get the picture...literally. My experience with heels highlighted not only my outfits but my inability to conquer the challenge of balancing the soles of my feet [and innocent toes] on top of slender toothpicks, kind of like two sets of the sharp pointy thing on top of the Chrysler building.

But a recent experience trying on heels shed light on the real issue underlying my perceived imbalance...

Matte black, size 6, perfect fit. As I slipped them on, my toes entered a comforting embrace. Toes snugged, I looked at the full length mirror before me: the  fronts of the dressy shoes pointed forward while my slouched back pushed backward. 

It was like a cha cha, except there was no music or coordination so really nothing like a cha cha. 

The slouch was real 

(that’s a t-shirt)

It was as if the shoes were assertively affirming their intended stance to move forward while my body proclaimed: NO! let’s move backwards with a sluggish lack of presence, please. 

As I made my labored attempts to walk forward, frame slouched, another issue presented itself: I was tip-toeing, walking as if there were actual egg shells littered on the ground which I can assure you there were not! 

Why did I walk with fear of allowing the defiant verses of the heels - mere musical instruments - to create music unabashedly? Why did I feel so ashamed of allowing my presence to take up space, to plant my feet firmly on the floor, and through the clicks and the clacks FINALLY make some N O I S E? 

So I practiced. I Wobbled. My feet moving as they had before, LEFT to RIGHT, RIGHT to  LEFT with arms outstretched as if I were summoning the balance needed to tightrope between two distant mountains.

Until I stood up straight, 

gave myself permission to exist with presence, 

and surrendered to creating the noise that made the sound conviction makes when it walks firmly with unapologetic stance. 

Click, clack, clack, click, clack.