Being Fungi

A spore adrift, hanging delicately in the air, is that me or what I give? Currents rise and fall so slight only the most fragile attest to its force. The mere drag of a leaf’s individual canopy catching air completely changes a spore’s path. Is empathy for the wild overshadowing the potential in domestication, the … Continue reading Being Fungi

10 Affirmations for Insecurity (That Don’t Feel Like Lying to Yourself)

These affirmations don’t include statements easily disproven by critical self talk. Building confidence requires belief, and repeating a phrase I don’t believe doesn’t help me. Facts which are difficult to argue with are more productive. Here are ten affirmations I’ve written and use to cope with deep insecurity: I’m experiencing life, my own individual life, … Continue reading 10 Affirmations for Insecurity (That Don’t Feel Like Lying to Yourself)

Sacred Simplicity

Ornate thought compliments many topics but some states of mind are more conductive than others in the realm of self improvement.   I’m prone to lengthy in-depth rumination which ultimately brings me no conclusion. My opinions bear several definitions of productivity but above all else, I’m found asking myself, “Is this necessary? Does this sustain me? … Continue reading Sacred Simplicity

Resting Times

I haven’t written anything but lists and two brief personal reflections since November 30th due to burnout from completing NaNoWriMo, and taking the month to exist and absorb has caused me to realize the overexertion I’ve been putting my mind and body through. Farm work and art work reconcile almost too easily, they’re collaborative, both … Continue reading Resting Times

Time and I

This week is a difficult time for me but I’m appreciative of how much I’ve grown in a year. I’ve graduated from the person I used to be. Though I remain an anxious person, I’m more emotionally stable even when I’m not— I can move on, cope, gain control over myself from the hands of … Continue reading Time and I

Listening to You Sing: A Poem

How to be here, how to be me— worthy of you, of our proximity—The bright gold spirit on your breath, of untold potentiality and depthPure and yours, known as the blood in your veinsand sweat in your poresGrown, fermented, bottled, liquid can’t compareto the spirit in your core.