who are you, really?

 

I was born to be WiLD. I’m sure of it.
I’m living. Now, I’m living.
My work in the world feels like home. I teach women healthy habits like journaling to listen and declare, like dancing wild as often as possible, like doing strong as a verb, and setting boundaries to let their Realness take air.
Michelle Bernard

i like that.

Perhaps there’s nothing to worry for

anymore.

perhaps if i simply state my desire

say thank you,

cry

then stand up and

walk to it,

that’d be sufficient.

yes.

i like that.

maybe

if i keep my imagination

connected

to my prayer

i wouldn’t have to hope for

fulfillment.

yes.

i like that.

Michelle Bernard speaks: another one, a poem and much more from Michelle Bernard on Vimeo.

 

art.

I am an artist.

Create your art, and name yourself: artist.
Live
all over your canvases, notebooks, iPads, laptops, journals, microphones, and pottery wheels without restraint or fear that someone might question your validity.

You don’t need permission if you have a pulse.

Because art belongs to our souls, not our egos.
Paint
Sculpt
Draw
Glue
Sew
Stitch
Hang
Blot
Sponge
Wipe
Drape
Roll
Braid
Layer
Dab
Carve
Sketch
Fill
Hammer
Solder
Pinch
Design
Color
Wrap
Roll
Photographf
Position
Frame
Mix
LOVE
DANCE
IMAGINE
Make art.

11 keys to a magical life

Michelle Bernard 11 keys to a magical life

1.  believe, anyway 

2.  the words thank you matter so frickn much

3.  everyone is you, you are everyone

4.  daily exercise will lighten the load you carry (in your mind)

5.  your journal can collect your wisdom and evict most of your worry

6.  plunge your imagination into a vision for your creations/art/business/family/self

7.  live so fully you don’t fear regret

8.  promise to do what you say 

     and you’ll trust yourself

     more and more

9.  meditation can unbury a treasure. use it to excavate more clarity, confidence, and inspiration

10. prayer is a bridge. use it and cross to safety.

11. instead of being wasteful, take less

live above ordinary

visit my newest creation (at) http://www.michellebernardonline.com
Michelle.

absolutely.

my folks wanted normal.
i got nods when i wore the beige suit (this happened Twice in all my 49 years).
i grew up around crossed fingers that I’d learn
hobby don’t make no money.
that would have to happen from magic.
so i went out into the wilderness and hunted degrees, certs, and validation– i even dry cleaned and starched a white collared shirt
i did very good to grow-up and be —not me
though wild chocked me with its vines squeezing for books to be birthed,
books to be purged from poetry + pain,
books to be rinsed from journals stashed in dusty cardboard boxes  
but when i heard the whisper from the muse at the nape of my neck
i could, no more, deny 
she said go be
be like those explorers you spy , like James Baldwin, Toni Morrison, Joyce Maynard, the ones who wore wide floppy felt hats covering one eye.
meet them and sip cappuccino til 3 then wine till your journals swell.
go on
be lifted up from your juliette balcony by the magical balloon filled with the air from your imagination and meaning.
both have the power to raise you up, even when it rains.
normal, at this point, is absolutely impossible.
Michelle Bernard listening to her song

the leader.

beyond exhaustion
knees stiff from spinning
heels sore from the pace
lips tired of saying my lines
i found another breath in you
before flatlining into fear, a fate that could permanently end curiosity,
you pressed into my chest and gave me life again
revival.
hold my hand
pull me safely to the wings
away from the trip wire of resentment that runs
the world’s stage
i will let you
position me
set my wrist
turn my chin
place my feet
even though i prefer to lead when i dance
sometimes you have to follow.
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