The magic of a place
extends for miles.
Now, I know a heart can stay
and memories can delight
and feelings, intensified
long after the fact
long after the moment
still can go back
or perhaps, still there.
(c) 2025, Artherese
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Wanderlust
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Magical
Musings from these two gems: Remarkably Bright Creatures by Shelby Van Pelt (my first novel this year – equal parts heart breaking and warming, this ride fueled me with hope and wonder) and Big Magic (my third time re-reading this but every time, I’m full of brand-new awe)
There is magic. In the fact that you’re here, despite your fears persists courage. To create. To live. To realize life as it’s happening.
Magic is an everyday choice – the pursuit of bringing forth our treasures with vigor, with awe, with wonder. Uninterrupted wonder.
There is magic. Even when it’s harsh, when the waves crash with life’s rough and ragged edges.
Again, always having and choosing to choose. To make the most, to marvel at the coincidences, and to listen – and I mean really listen – to what this universe is trying to share, show, and say: the answers you’re looking and longing for, and the questions you should replace and let go. To make space for a second chance. Or, another dance.
(c) Artherese, 2025
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A reminder
This phrase caught me by surprise and it’s what I needed to hear most today. Perhaps you as well. Thank you, Ray!
Cheers to surviving and living our most joyful loving explosive selves. The balls on us. While we’re at it, might as well have one too.
No need to push but rather, embrace the hues.
(c) Artherese, 2024
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Fuel
Conversations and coffee. The banters, the laughters. Even the rush and the rhythm. All these fuel my day. Until I find myself making it, yet again, to Friday.
Now is the time not to run but to go. Ahead with purpose. A steady head amidst the beating heart. Ready? Destination’s set.
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Left & Right
We chase answers – left and right. We travel far, or at least dream to. When all the while what we seek can be found where we already are. Surprise! But the journey at least made us all the wiser to finally discover what’s in front of our eyes. After all. And all this time.
Results too can go left and right. Far from what we pictured in our minds. But still our hearts can try and cope. Even still hope. A superpower.
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Catalyst
A quick musing before we cap the day
After the day’s work is done, I make it a point to travel a bit and wander some more. Well in truth the work isn’t done (does it ever), but still I run.
Put my headphones then walk away then marvel at the lights and how they sparkle, and also at the sights and how they’re riddled with wonder, then escape in words and worlds just until my ride arrives.
These little breaks are needed for sanity’s sake. A taste of bliss beyond the pretense. Hence this day and with each passing night – still able to catalyze my own saving grace.
(c) Artherese, 2024
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Two
Created 2 poetries to start and cap the day.
I.
The water streams
as the tear streaks
and the fear leaves
and you finally live,
not merely exist.
(c) Artherese, 2024II.
The joy from listening to music, to nature,
to the percussions that quiet the woes
and worries that your heart holds.
Or rather, held.
The butterflies that arise from the
courage to ask and reach out
despite the doubts and shouts
of what wasn't meant to be.
Or is it?
Making one believe and hope,
then realize --- isn't this nice
after all.
(c) Artherese, 2024
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Restart
Death is a reminder. A wake up call to seize chances because we never know when will be the last. At last. Not letting life pass by in a blur. Rather – full of wonder. Just because. And until there is time left.
Love with all your heart, and live like every day’s your one and only chance to make it matter. Which, it is.
Endings and beginnings keep on rolling into one. And you, and everyone else, only has one. Still, the fact remains. This day, with all the tears & memories, is a miracle. We are.
And yes, sometimes the pain can turn us into something we’re not. And the demands & woes make us forget our cause. Until we’re reminded. Until the rain becomes a catapult for needed change. A restart.
Anghel sa alapaap | Shot on iphone amidst the skyway rush. November 16, 2024
(c) Artherese, 2024
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Sacred Space
Carve out time. For bliss, for hope, for this. Carve out time. Before it runs out. Time’s up.
So even for a minute or a moment – just breathe. Feel alive. Create, then create some more, for its own sake. Then, marvel. Then – repeat.
So much of each day is fueled by the daily grind of the musts and haves. But time dedicated to just being? Golden.
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