Someone asked me the other day
"Why did you decide to teach Yoga?"
to which I immediately thought:
"Cause every second of all of the time,
I want to hold everyone around me who is mad and who suffers
in both of my arms and cradle them until they find what I have found
which is this deep sense of just KNOWING that it is all gonna be OKAY
but my arms aren't that long and it takes a long time to even understand that myself
and my life might be too short or end tomorrow or the next day,
so this is the next best thing."
Poetic Pulse is born of the same substance.
I wrote this little short story when I was about eight years old, "Bailey the Parrot."
A year later I was 60 pages deep in a handwritten journal of this tale called "Six of Us" about a group of orphan girls trying to make their way back home through each other.
This led up to me forcing myself to choose Poetry as a major while earning my Bachelors because I felt I lacked any other skills.
This led up to a lot of experience in self-sabotage, dealing with my perfectionist-isms, lacking inspiration for my "work" unless I was struggling-- or experiencing some form of struggle first hand.
I have a huge block when it comes to writing because to be completely transparent,
the writer in me is an addict--
without excitement, she dies,
without death or destruction, she falls silent,
for her there has to be this deep mourning.
This
always riding the wave between faking it
or sitting too comfortably in the seat of truth
see she needs more heartbreak,
always seems to push it one step further, all
"do it for the story."
Someone asked me the other day:
"Are you gonna be able to do this?"
to which I responded
"It's not that I can write, that's never been what I'm good at --
it's love.
Thats the gift."
All of those years of seeking out another life to live.
All of those years spent thinking torture made sense,
thinking creating issues out of thin air would make for a better poem because
I WOULD JUST GET THE PART RIGHT
all of these years so far from myself
they all fold back and hold this sweet pearl that is the truth:
Poetic Pulse is years in the making.
It's my baby. It's a heartbeat.
It's the recognition that when something you love so much
finds a way to love you back,
you pick that up and you RUN with it.
Now providing Custom Poetry by myself
written for you & yours
paired with custom art images/sketching
done by my own best friend, Weslay.
Reach out to us
instagram: @poeticpulsecollective
facebook: Poetic Pulse TM
email: [email protected]
"Why did you decide to teach Yoga?"
to which I immediately thought:
"Cause every second of all of the time,
I want to hold everyone around me who is mad and who suffers
in both of my arms and cradle them until they find what I have found
which is this deep sense of just KNOWING that it is all gonna be OKAY
but my arms aren't that long and it takes a long time to even understand that myself
and my life might be too short or end tomorrow or the next day,
so this is the next best thing."
Poetic Pulse is born of the same substance.
I wrote this little short story when I was about eight years old, "Bailey the Parrot."
A year later I was 60 pages deep in a handwritten journal of this tale called "Six of Us" about a group of orphan girls trying to make their way back home through each other.
This led up to me forcing myself to choose Poetry as a major while earning my Bachelors because I felt I lacked any other skills.
This led up to a lot of experience in self-sabotage, dealing with my perfectionist-isms, lacking inspiration for my "work" unless I was struggling-- or experiencing some form of struggle first hand.
I have a huge block when it comes to writing because to be completely transparent,
the writer in me is an addict--
without excitement, she dies,
without death or destruction, she falls silent,
for her there has to be this deep mourning.
This
always riding the wave between faking it
or sitting too comfortably in the seat of truth
see she needs more heartbreak,
always seems to push it one step further, all
"do it for the story."
Someone asked me the other day:
"Are you gonna be able to do this?"
to which I responded
"It's not that I can write, that's never been what I'm good at --
it's love.
Thats the gift."
All of those years of seeking out another life to live.
All of those years spent thinking torture made sense,
thinking creating issues out of thin air would make for a better poem because
I WOULD JUST GET THE PART RIGHT
all of these years so far from myself
they all fold back and hold this sweet pearl that is the truth:
Poetic Pulse is years in the making.
It's my baby. It's a heartbeat.
It's the recognition that when something you love so much
finds a way to love you back,
you pick that up and you RUN with it.
Now providing Custom Poetry by myself
written for you & yours
paired with custom art images/sketching
done by my own best friend, Weslay.
Reach out to us
instagram: @poeticpulsecollective
facebook: Poetic Pulse TM
email: [email protected]