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.

 

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

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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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what you need.

your heart will be persistent

even if you leave it to wither in a shoe box

even if you flatten it and use it as a bookmark to save your place

even if you bury it in the garden between the bossy rows of peppermint

your heart will keep on trying to tell you

what you need to know

to be able to survive

to be able to go on

to rise

to be free.

when you are ready to listen

when you are ready to know

when you’re ready to let go

your heart will say to you 

you’re the one that I want.

BE YOU.

Not expected.

the mist can see me through my window.
I see it too. It cannot hide behind the glow from street lamps.
It was raining when the dogs woke up.
It’s still raining now.
this is certainly not the way I expected to experience the last days of April:
wrapped in two scarves, socks up my legs, and a fur-lined hat near the front door.
I wanted flowers out my window
and fresh air to blow into my apartment while I get ready for bed.
but
I do like the stillness of this night.
 
And I like how time hangs onto the mist
giving more evening
more slowdown
breath
and
less
in my mind
so I can see the beauty
in this foggy night
 

Michelle Bernard: not expected, a poem for the season from Michelle Bernard on Vimeo.

 

longer.

i love ya
tomorrow
i wiggled into you
(you were worth the wait)
inhaling
through grateful hips
shoulders praising morning
i pointed these feet
east
toward Creation
while white strands caught my eyelashes
i increased the decision
taking longer strides
(trusting myself for
the 108th time)
letting what I felt
be felt
by
the air
and
sky
swallowed the noise
letting the sound of light play
from my body
making the days
longer
 

Michelle Bernard: longer – a poem from Michelle Bernard on Vimeo.

 

the women.

the women.

me.
explorer of dream.  
smile
casting magic on those in her orbit.  
knowing eyes
peeking out from pink and turquoise
feathers.
striped and barefoot and bejeweled.
sweaty, whirling hips.
painting the sky with patchouli hands. 

and

me.  
head tilted.
curious.
grey wool exterior, lined inside.
big eyes squinting.  taming Questions. 
determined for answers.
once prodded, bullied.
once,  
forgot her name.  
Determined.
close up, no injury.
underneath bronzed body armor—
dark, dried up, salty invalidation
chipping off.

give her little wings.

 

 

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do you let it go?

What to do…

when the person you thought you’d love forever

makes you sad, manipulates, cannot relate to your desire for growth?

How do you break-up with a best friend?

Do you? 

Do you stay when you’ve grown in different directions?

Kids know how to find friends who align with them.

We need to do the same as adults.

You are not a bad person to want joy and alignment.

rise,

Michelle 

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essential

RUMI.

As you start to walk out on the way, the way appears. 🌤

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Thinking and planning is certainly good preparation. But it takes movement and experience to grow wiser (and braver). 

 

Very little grows on jagged rock. Be ground. Be crumbled, so wildflowers will come up where you are. 🌻

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I’m learning to be comfortable with being a bit uncomfortable. To move into a new and freshly inspired life, well… I need to become new and freshly—-you get it.

 

The cure for pain is in the pain. 🌵

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Oh RUMI! This one gives me life. I’ve always found my stronger, wiser self inside pain. I now try to reframe “pain”. Instead of it feeling like a dagger, it feels like a turning point.

 

Set your life on fire and surround yourself with those that fan your flames. 🔥

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I get amped by other warriors and risers. I want to hear about your transformation. I want you to brag about your courage. (Complainers need not apply).

I want to swell your head with compliments because you have done want you said you were going to do. I love to fan and applaud show-offs — the ones who are really nice people and sincerely feel joyful about what they can display! Talent inspires me. Drive makes me wake up. People who are grateful for life make the party rock.

Do you have a fave RUMI quote?

What does it move inside you?

I’d love to hear.