I remember the way his eyes locked onto mine as I turned over onto my belly.
The sand creeping onto our massive beach towel ticking my toes.
Grass stains remained on the edges form our last trip to the national park.
We had climbed for several hours and had a picnic at sunset.
Gin and tonics in hand as we kicked off out shoes.
Barefoot. Blissed out on the blessings of our cultivated universe.
The simplicity of each phase of the journey used to be unsettling, used to feel like there was something missing, like I needed more of a challenge.
What if the challenge is being. Finding truth in the way of being at one with the rhythmic vibrations emanating from Earth's core. To stop trying to become and just be- in tune. To stop trying to manipulate and find delight in the paved etchings of a life that is living, breathing, dynamic. Not a life trapped beneath society's history books with no intention of telling truth but its only intention is to sow hate and fear.
We pause at the top.
I remember that feeling. One without stumbling. On of peace, connection and mutual liberation. I remember because it is now.
We walk in dizzying ecstasy, a dreamlike haze that's clearer than Hanoi's foggiest day.
I'm only a few days shy of turning 30, but the essence of being 30 has been on my mind all year.
For me, this year has already brought about so much change, growth, and reflection. Graduating from just writing anything everyday, I've decided as I enter this new phase of my life, I'd like to start writing with more intention at lease for 30 days. I've compiled a list of thirty prompts to help me better reflect on who I am as a teacher, a woman, a traveller, a teacher, and a writer.
I first compiled them in my bullet journal with an illustration (below) and then I created the cute graphic (above) using my favorite site at the moment, Canva.
So far, I've written for eleven days and I will be posting them in no particular order on my feature page. Check out my posts and if any inspire you to write, please feel free to share them in the comments. Happy writing.
P.S. I'm aware that there are 31 days in May, however, this doesn't have to match up with the date of the month. I created these to allow me to reflect on turning 30. I just happen to be turning 30 in May.
Those moments in the hours between early riser and night owl.
The stigma wouldn't be so damning if it it produced creativity.
You know how they say 'all the great minds are insane and suffer from this or that.'
Perhaps, I made that up, but still, they produce in their madness.
They create universes with their lyrics,
weave worlds with their words,
spark imagination with their brush strokes.
For me, in those moments of frozen panic, I am left alone with my captor,
anxiety, relentless in its hold.
I'm not sure when I became aware that my anxieties were cultivated by fear.
Fears as real as wondering where my next meal would come from,
to imagined- everyone at my job knows that I know nothing and I'll be called in to have my credentials revoked.
Fear, this seed, sometimes barely visible, yet we've been conditioned to bear it's highly visible fruit.
Unseen vines slither their way into insecure minds, ripening, feeding off the suffering they are providing.
Fear, I've recently begun stepping inside of it, dancing the shackles away.
Embracing the fierce power residing inside of me, keeping the anxieties at bay.
Freedom, I realized is on the other side of fear.
This truth has been the best medicine to induce restful sleep.
"So, here's to life
and every joy it brings
here's to life
for dreamers and their dreams."
the flowing melodies of Shirley Horn
wafting through the comfy crevices of
those mental spaces housing memories
scrabble & red wine set the pace of the palaver overflowing with the magic of grandma's grace
So begins the evictions of self inflictions
with her there is no too great a sin
So begins the oral threading
of the historical philosophical
quilt woven with ancestral fabrics
made from uprooted ivy laced baobabs
rhythms of perseverance
pulsating through the walls of
the NW DC home
commemorating this annual date of sitting face to face
triple word score
bookmarks the lesson
brings us back to the place
fresh ground aromas
reset the day
a granddaughter's prayer
inshallah to continue forevermore
Moonlight & Mannequins
Moody mystical melancholic alley
Lightly lit lane inflexibly constricting
Solitary stiffness stifled stillness
Was that a shadow of the light
or was it something more? hush now. quiet...
Tiptoe tentatively through the terrifying trail
Unfazed upgaze, unmatched upheaval
Whirling whimsically down the wilted walkway
Luminous beams bear witness to the endless sight
of the bare armed mannequin upon a moonlit Monday night
Geography, Photography, Why not get into Cartography?
Yoga, jogging, or maybe some doodling
Whatever eases those anxieties and gets them creative juices flowing
Your passion, your mission, your ultimate life’s destination
Expand it, explore it, but heaven forbid don’t ignore it
You’ll feel it, I promise
But don’t take my word for it.
Serenity, the trinity, or maybe humanity
Observe your purpose by staying away from society’s circus
The quiet, the silence, it’s the mindfulness science
It calls you, it feels your heart yearning
to sign up for classes on this journey of life long learning
oceanspray on toses and duckbutt my kitten
palm trees for days and no need for mittens
muay thai boxing and snorkeling
these are a few of my favorite Thai things
Dancing at jambay all through the night
iridescent plankton are such a sight
sticky rice, som tom, and mangosteen
these are a few of my favorite Thai things
Jungle tour boat rides with monitor lizards
All the Thai people might just be wizards
All dressed in black mourning the king
These are a few of my favorite Thai things
When its cold out
There’s no sun out
And I want to pout
I simply remember my favorite Thai things
And then I just want to sing!
*In my Julie Andrews voice*
‘No words come to mind’ she said in her head
Tossing and turning in her great comfy bed
A poem a day is no easy task
Perhaps she’d have more luck if she carried a flask
She looked through her window
expecting dark skies, for pollution in Hanoi
was always nearby
She gasped with delight as she noticed the blue
and out poured the words, her mind feeling anew
no natural solution
to this manmade pollution
until mama earth’s unforgiving revolution
Education is tainted with hidden agendas
Conditioning minds to consume and produce
with no time for hearing the cries
of our great big world’s darkening skies
A rant she could feel was stewing inside
brewing and boiling ready to burst out from all sides
yet, who would be listening save trolls and the choir
it’s too late for preaching upon this darkened hour
Tis the season for slowing down our pace
An era to set aside race, gender, age and birth place
It’s a call upon warriors to march into place
Pause and reflect, listen and hear
The moment for action is tangibly near
For those believing, its crystal clear
Love for all life is the answer, my dear
‘What did you say’ her partner woke in a fright
for she had been ranting and raving all through the night
‘Oh nothing bae’ she answered with no delay
’this poem a day might just prove that I’m cray’
Seasons change without giving their 2 weeks notice
Marked on the calendar but somehow
Never quite arriving on schedule
It happens when it happens
The snowstorm in the middle of summer
The draught during rainy season
We try to plan around these
Forces of Nature
But get twirled around by the colors
Of their unpredictable wind
Yet when it all settles down
The dawn breaks and sense
Is made from nature's earthquakes
Shattered to pieces
Walls are torn down
Sometimes starting over
Is more impactful than
Shiny new paint on
Old moldy walls
Twinkling, unassuming so high in the sky
These interstellar balls of gas
Forming outside our atmosphere
Who knew theses seemingly random patterns
of tiny dots in far off galaxies would
leave everlasting marks on
Generations, Civilizations weaving stories
sparking Zodiac and mythical thoughts
leading the oppressed to salvation
via underground railroads
There's a rhythmic vibration that can be seen
Once all the dust settles from
the gravitational attraction
of a natural disaster
A cosmic shift in one little twist as you look
to your right and see your destiny shining bright
Just in reach of your outstretched fingertips
Oh, but what if you'd turned left?
What serendipitous Alice and Wonderland trip
would bring you right back around to what you've
always been wishing for, always been searching for
Chase no dream.
Just trust the ever-flowing stream
of the universe's well crafted seam
This is from the August Monthly Challenge Day 9
She walked into the classroom
Eyes glinting, smile wide with glee
For today on her noggin
was a hat shaped like a green little pea.
She danced and she sang
All her kids sighed 'Oh gee'
She just laughed and encouraged
Today let's be like me!
Let's grow things and plant things
See how easy it can be.
All we need to do
Is follow steps 1, 2, and 3
How they groaned and they moaned
Until one day... WHOOPEE!
By the end of the year,
they had each grown their own
Green Little Pea
Ubuntu: I am who I am because of who we are.
Esther was born in Utah, raised in Durham (Bull City), North Carolina. Over the last 6 years she has lived in 6 cities, 3 states, and 4 countries. She doesn't like traveling or anything...