I’ve almost got my palms read today. Almost. For it’s better not knowing. But in truth? Being sad might affect the reading.
Now though, I have to cure my curiosity. What if? Add that to the list of regrets.
But what now? I’ll be like a tree. Falling leaves. Losing almost everything, but still redeeming itself and making space for something new. Beginnings.
Perhaps the paths are not yet carved. Better yet, nothing’s set.
(c) Artherese, 2024
I’m getting more and more clarity. More and more courage. A lot more still to be done, yes. But acknowledging the progress of each day. A chance to seed, sow, and live.
Then, acting some more. With purpose this time. Live some more. With joy, vigor, and laughter.
Yes, the outcome can never be predicted nor undone. But here I am. Breathing in and declaring – I’m not yet done. Not yet.
(c) Artherese, 2024
What a relief. Amidst the turbulence and chaos, I still know who I am, and I still am.
And I owe it to myself, my loved ones, and this universe to continue the fight, ignite the spark, and actively purse all these that make me warm and happy, going all out to live with purpose and meaning, and best of all – still living and being kind amidst and in spite the rough edges of this world.
The never-ending tasks
Outlive the storm that passed
It may never be over
But each day,
a chance to recover
The spark, the awe, the cause
They’re not at all lost
No more eurekas, just
Courage to face what’s here.
(c) Artherese, 2024
Life’s fleeting nature
A relief and respite
An antidote when we suffer
A reminder when there
Is joy and laughter
To seize, to cease
To simply exist
And listen to the trees.
(c) Artherese, 2024
There’s something
brave and magical about
keeping your spark
amidst the rough
Edges and hedges
This world begets
There are whirlwinds
Within and shouts unseen
But still you rise, you’re kind
Of the hope you seed
And grow into shields
amidst uncertainties
There is beauty, still.
(c) Artherese, 2024
It might seem
Fleeting, too fast
Can I at least bask
revel in the beauty
of each moment’s passed
Or can I rebel
And leave my bubble
And try to live
In acceptance
That each second’s
gone in an instant
All the more it glimmers
All the more it shines
Like magic, before my eyes.
(c) 2024, Artherese
Almosts -
do they count?
An almost win,
a stifled grin,
a could have been
always - in between.
But - it could be a good thing
missing what's not meant
and almost losing, but finding,
remembering just in the nick
of time. Yes, it could have been
better but the truth is it
could also have been worse.
So thank you, for the almosts.
(c) Artherese, 2024
Your day can start
at 10:30 in the evening
after all the busy
now’s the time for meaning
and breathing, creating
possibilities, recovering
from setbacks, bouncing
back through filling
your cup with sustaining
rituals and practices - embracing,
each time, a new beginning.
(c) Artherese, 2024
The scenery’s here
And oh, it’s a wonder.
Why aren’t you?
You can have cheer
Even with all the fear
Don’t cower
Rather - discover
Amidst all that’s lost
There’s a path, a toast
So while you’re at it
By all means, taste.
Relish the beauty ---
The growth within
From the battles unseen,
The marvel outside
Amidst rising tides.
(c) Artherese, 2024
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