Therese here. I love to laugh, create, and marvel. And oh – I believe this universe is full of miracles. Perhaps you are one.
You discovered the space where I try to capture my personal lifelong daily adventures and musings. Much like arteries, Artherese is how I bring spark and light in my every cell, through embracing the magic of creative living.
Enjoy the ride!
A poem collection on self-acceptance, self-love, heartbreak, and human nature from the lenses of my younger self. My first ever poetry anthology.
Life lessons & eurekas packaged into micro-poems, serving as an every day reminder that we’re all capable of growth, and that we’re all growing.
Captured musings and realizations as I navigate life – in all its eccentricities, wonder. Aren’t we all? Join me in my journey.
A look in how i bring spark and light in my every cell, through creating every day.
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.
(c) Artherese, 2024
I start my morning with a snooze button. Or rather, being kind to oneself through 5 more minutes. It’s okay. As Billy Joel frames it in Vienna.
Then I dive into learnings and insights. I tend to forget but at least make an effort to relearn and rediscover as I go. Maybe that’s what life is – a process of remembering and replaying, and ultimately – trying. To be better, to be kind, to be human.
Then I got transported – through words, music, meetings, even food. The flavors of the day captured by the ticking of the clock, anxieties and maybes, and mostly showing up. It matters.
And yes, at times there’s a tendency to wonder what I’m actually here for. But though I don’t know the answer still today I seed hope at my doorstep, reframe perspectives, and realize though at times I feel lost, not all is.
(c) Artherese, 2024
Despite the uncertainties lurking or even the overwhelm peeking, we can reclaim our power, rewrite our day. How so?
Through embracing that being lost is okay. So might as well have a little fun in the detours.
Also through acknowledging that the present isn’t here to stay. Hence a reminder to try make the most of our time left. Today. And each day, each moment thereafter.
(c) Artherese, 2024
Met a seemingly irritable angry elderly woman today at a cafe. I was quick to judge. But we got into a conversation and she’s generous with her wisdom and even mall navigational tips. My budding spite transformed to awe.
I also got a haircut. And to my surprise my stylist went beyond the small talk and we discoursed around books & politics. Justice, even. I not only gained a shorter lighter hair but an even better perspective. That haircut’s ultimately worth.
The people we meet usually have a few tricks up their sleeves. Then we’re caught off guard in a good way. What a delight. What a world.
(c) Artherese, 2024
The highfalutin always gets me nauseous. The indictments and reconnaissance. Even highfalutin itself.
But just maybe – we all walk and wander around, not having a clue. And still try to adopt the same walk and talk. Until we convince ourselves it all makes sense. Does it?
Or maybe it’s a defense mechanism. Using deep words to conceal. Or perhaps – pretending just for the thrill. This one’s acceptable.
But in truth? Simple is more credible. More powerful too.
(c) Artherese, 2024
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
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, 2024
II.
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
Today – this question was raised: What makes one complete? It’s not the labels nor chasing clouts. Even clouds. It’s not being go-getters in the expense of burning out. Pursuing a never-ending checklist, you ran and ran, until you’re out. Of breath. Of touch.
But hey, it’s okay not to be complete. And to cease chasing it. Because not being so simply means having some space to breathe. Only when the cup is close to empty can you see what’s in the deep end. Nothing to sip. Yet, ready to leap.
(c) Artherese, 2024
Take a step back
If this doesn’t
Work out
You’ll be fine
In your arsenal
Is hope, like fine wine
So don’t whine
But instead breathe
And if need be - leave.
You’ll still survive
And make your way
Back to thrive.
(c) Artherese, 2024
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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