Rise Up

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This is for the ones that are struggling,

the ones that need support.

This is for the ones that are having a hard time.

This is for the ones in battle,

the ones that need someone.

This is for the weak.

This is for the broken.

This is for the sad…

you

are

worth

more

You are more than the things that you are facing.

You are more than the scabs and scars found upon your arms.

You are more than the weapons in your hands.

You are more than the thorns around your ankles.

You are more than the weakness of your knees and your bloody knuckles.

You are more than the dark nights of lonely tears.

I am here to tell you that YOU ARE MORE.

This is your call to action.

This is your sign that you deserve more.

If you are settling for anything that doesn’t push you to your greatness or

if you are content eating the crumbs of life.

If you are surrounded by poison or

trapped by societal expectation.

If you are held down by fear.

If you are held captive by insecurity…

say “No.”

Say “no” to the things that are holding you down.

Say “no” to the people that are critiquing you.

Say “no” to the people and places that are feeding you crumbs.

Say “no” to fear, insecurity, anxiety, and comparison.

And say “yes”to your magic.

Say “yes” to your inner power and capability.

Say “yes” to the greater things

Say “yes” to a better tomorrow.

Say “yes” to more laughter.

Say “yes” to fullness.

I do not care what it is that you are facing or what your reasoning for living less than, it is a lie.

It is a lie that you cannot overcome everything that gets in your way.

Imagine the possibilities if you would only believe in your inner power and capabilities.

Imagine if you took responsibility of your life and fought for the deep desires inside your heart.

So, Rise up.

Make life the way you want it.

Embrace every pain.

Love every curve.

Kiss every day.

Be brave.

Stand tall.

Buy the dress.

Eat the cupcake.

Sing louder.

Speak your truth.

Rise up.

January 2018

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Latte steaming scents

of wicked adrenaline,

and false peace.

Words dripping from my finger tips,

exciting my senses.

My inner winds juxtaposed

by the worlds crumbling.

Life rising between your floorboards,

providing breath to this deathly cage.

Noises circling my inner world,

the city lights lighting my eyes,

just one in a crowd.

— Lydia’s on Ludlow ( 1. 4. 2018)

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Billowing fog, covering your feet

trees rising up, springing life in

every single twitch of toes.

Streams of twinkle tears

pour down each crinkle

of your time.

Towering high, high above. Up

in the skies. A tower of so much

more than your great hope.

Birds circle you. Calling

our your majesties. Mysteries

imbedded within your core.

My constant one, ever

increasing and always growing.

You’ll never leave me.

You are my North Star

and my House of Life.

You are my companion and

my saving grace.

I dare to climb. Pieces of you

collected and crumbled in my hands.

You lift me higher than my

inner clouds could ever go. you

show me the sunshine and

shadow. I am overshadowed,

never alone but wrapped up

in your collection

— My mountain top experience (1. 14. 2018)

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I am a trier.

I try really hard.

No matter what is

at hand, I try.

I try too much,

losing my innate

value and only

seeing worth based

on how good I’ve tried.

I try at everything,

nothing coming easily

and always trying.

I try by the clothes

I wear, trying to

communicate an

effortless ease.

I try by my eating,

only consuming

things that make me

try harder.

I try by my voice,

speaking words that

try to sway your eyes

to see the good try

I’ve given. I try really

hard to be the girl

you’ve always wanted.

I tried too hard and

I can’t keep up with

all my trys.  I’ve decided

I might try something

else instead.

-Tried (1. 18. 18)

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