Where’s the time going? Is time flying?
Slow it down, cowgirl. Pull on the reins and take a look around, up and down, and inside yourself.
All the talk of living up to our potential simply means that you are a gifted treasure, so you need to dig in and pull out your shine.
Wouldn’t it be a shame to wake up in 15 years with a whole bunch of SHOULD’OF in your mouth?
Pop the chest and check your jewels. Use your talent, skill, genius, drive, wonder, will, curiosity, and fortitude to pursue a fulfilling life.
Some folks are against ambition. I know why.
Because they think it leads to burnout and a feeling that you’ll always need more to be happy.
I think you need to grow to be happy.
So grow. Be thankful for every inch you expand.
Set some goals. Give meaning to your life. Bypass regret. Live above ordinary.
I will, too.
Making every dream come true. That’s my goal.
I met Donna when I was 14 and 15 years old.
Perhaps there’s nothing to worry for
perhaps if i simply state my desire
say thank you,
then stand up and
walk to it,
that’d be sufficient.
i like that.
if i keep my imagination
to my prayer
i wouldn’t have to hope for
i like that.
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I am an artist.
Create your art, and name yourself: artist.
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.
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
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
set my wrist
turn my chin
place my feet
even though i prefer to lead when i dance
sometimes you have to follow.
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 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.
i love ya
i wiggled into you
(you were worth the wait)
through grateful hips
shoulders praising morning
i pointed these feet
while white strands caught my eyelashes
i increased the decision
taking longer strides
(trusting myself for
the 108th time)
letting what I felt
swallowed the noise
letting the sound of light play
from my body
making the days
Michelle Bernard: longer – a poem from Michelle Bernard on Vimeo.
explorer of dream.
casting magic on those in her orbit.
peeking out from pink and turquoise
striped and barefoot and bejeweled.
sweaty, whirling hips.
painting the sky with patchouli hands.
grey wool exterior, lined inside.
big eyes squinting. taming Questions.
determined for answers.
once prodded, bullied.
forgot her name.
close up, no injury.
underneath bronzed body armor—
What are you waiting for?
Are you actually waiting? For the right moment, the courage, a magic stick to tap the back of your ear and bless you with stock, proficiency, and magnetism?
Well, here it is.
I am waving my… uh… give me a moment…
Pretend it is the wand you’ve been expecting, and let it anoint you with
the drive and decision you always hoped this day would give you.
Now, become the person you’ve imagined.
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