You…. Wake up every day. Eyes open, chest rising and falling. The thoughts, plans, lists and responsibilities start running through your mind. Your body resists the urge to move, stretch, get out bed. The lights come on, your eyes squint, your breathing patterns get shorter and you start your day. No matter what you doContinueContinue reading “.Project You”
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.love yourself
I love you. I love me. I love us. I love we. I have fallen in love with myself – therefore I am free to love you with no boundaries. Can you say that you love yourself? Every inch of you? Every freckle, dimple, and hair? Do you love yourself beyond the temporary body youContinueContinue reading “.love yourself”
.holidays
Happy holidays! We say….. Not always happy, but holidays they are. The memories and stories I have are endless… Good and bad. Ones that make me laugh. Ones that make me cry. Ones that make me question what in the heavens I was thinking… But the memories stand out on the holidays compared to anyContinueContinue reading “.holidays”
.reasons for your smile
An ode to the little boy who changed my life, my little chapulin. Reasons for your smile Sunday sun came without warning I didn’t know just what to do… When I think of all the places And spaces when time stood still All of the faces that I thought I knew… And then I hadContinueContinue reading “.reasons for your smile”
.why are you waiting?
What makes the world so bright To the small child inside us all? The fear and stress we have Is from being here…. But wanting to be there… It comes from knowledge, faith and hope Of a brighter beautiful way… One that we pray for each and every day Behind your eyes are answers toContinueContinue reading “.why are you waiting?”
.retaliation
karma wont stay away very long…
she will unfold an indiscernible curve ball
that will knock you off your feet
. the trail
An ocean of sadness that swallowed her whole. Questioning her sanity, she began to fall… Deeper into the rushing waves of sheer madness and pain. Always, she wondered… If it would be the same. She didn’t know just what to do… So she clenched onto her dreams, wishing that they’d all come true. She leftContinueContinue reading “. the trail”
.the art of my life
Most people question what kind of legacy they will leave behind…. I don’t care too much about my legacy from someone else’s eyes but I do want to look back at my life and be proud of the art it created. As an artist I love to create things… Music, poetry, jewelry, and visual art.ContinueContinue reading “.the art of my life”
.baggage
Carrying a heavy load of baggage is tiresome and frustrating. You hurdle through every day hoping it will eventually go away. You try new things, you focus on something brighter, but in the back of your mind you still hear and feel that throbbing… The throbbing that the past so effortlessly reminds you of dayContinueContinue reading “.baggage”
.the dancer
And so the story goes That she sang her way through life Wandering through the paths unknown With her head up in the clouds And when the sun sets… Her head is upon my chest Although her lips are moving She is just talking in her sleep But she is dancing in my dreams… SheContinueContinue reading “.the dancer”
Jane Fox Art 