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.
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.
(c) Artherese, 2024
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
Often overlooked, even taken for granted. But kindness? At our darkest moments, it’s the spark that warms the will. Barely a whisper. But reminding us in echoes loud and clear. To go on. Until the spark is a fire that turns the tide. Finally.
To grow up kind is to live a life. Live. As a light a catalyst, as an ember a pacifist, as a way of being — more than existing.
(c) Artherese, 2024
Also, my first prose poety.
Can a life be the final two hours
before a day is capped,
Simply trying to make sense
Or catch-up on what matters
Far too many times I get lost
In trying to justify the hours
I wanted to just cease
A fight that’s not worth
And cut lies and ties
Escape somewhere else
Perhaps somewhere better
Only to realize what counts —
Well I don’t know quite honestly.
All I know, is that the day
Is far from over. So am I.
(c) Artherese, 2024
Coffee shops and quick escapes
Long walks and introspection
Laughing and lining things
With silver through action.
Same are gold and rocks
And despite feeling a bit lost
You’re not a lost cause
Any time now, you’ll find
Amidst the regrets
What’s intact are the roots
The dreams, and colors, even
Courage and breakthroughs.
For now just get through
Take a step or two.
(c) Artherese, 2024
There is so much
one can't see amidst
the surface, hidden
in plain sight
existing despite
the pep talks --
stifled shouts
alternate routes.
But, beyond the doubts
there is space for
silver linings, ones
you can control
and loved ones
who're there
every summer & fall
then you rise
not just once
and face battles --
a brave beautiful
albeit invisible
dance.
(c) Artherese
Rain’s continuous
Flow echoes
A state of silence
Where one hears
What one yearns for
(c) Artherese, 2024
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