breaking the mundane

practice, an old skill and it will come bounding back as if you never left it

[breakingthemundane]

Everyone else will be at church here. I will have mine in the woods as I run toward something of promise, I hope.

[breakingthemundane]

hush

be still and quiet the mind mend the soul let stillness blanket worry and as softness replaces rigid and ragged breath

may the rise and fall hum you to sleep

[breakingthemundane]

"Only when we are brave enough to explore the darkness will we discover the infinite power of our light"

'The Gifts of Imperfection' Brené Brown

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[breakingthemundane]

Ode to What is Dark

At first, I despised you even fought you I compartmentalized keeping seperate this idea that you were not a part of me A heavy, dark sometimes sickening thud of a thing residing in my stomach and radiating through my chest until my body was overtaken and no light would enter the lense At one point of becoming particularly swallowed whole I began to accept this dark brooding part of myself and upon this conclusion little slivers of light bit through blackness ravaging the gloom, plate clean Because, in fact, light is hungry too

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a laughing tree

come, let us climb this tree

of glistening wood

from the green blue sea

of shapely leaves salty

and wind kissed

  oh, but its limbs are too long

and ours are too short

  laughter fills our bellies

like good food

  and we smile as we concede

knowing so much in a moment

can be gained

  a forever memory of you and me

and a laughing tree

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Of Climbing

This is not a sprint, a gallop

or even a trot

but a slow and steady climb

A burning in the calves

and in the soul

A flush and wind that rests upon skin

and permeates through to bone

I reside here, thrive here

So sprint by, gallop by

trot along

as I sink into and taste the fruits

of this slow and steady climb

[breakingthemundane]

With September comes the smell of freshly sharpened pencils and worn book bindings to diligently cling to. The falling leaves, a promise of erudition to spring forth.

[breakingthemundane]

The unassuming pathway This is where the pathway splits One direction new One direction old It is difficult to break the spell of a misguided childhood To march on down to a new idea of how you could possibly live. Not survive but live. Choosing happiness is not the easy thing to do.

[breakingthemundane]

[breakingthemundane]

Passing by

each day

like the other

I could cry

One big inhale

exhale to start again

If only I

knew how to

break the

mundane