The body remembers
A space to live
Good mornings
A little bit of self-care ♥️
A short ballad, crafted while I have a cold.
The air leaves our lungs trapped in our throats breathless and gasping our movements automatic we know we are dying as darkness dances in our eyes our drumbeat heart demanding that we slow that we calm the air leaves our lungs as tension blocks its return the mind’s cruel trick over our bodies - Caroline … Continue reading Breathless
Days of chasing our own tails as we twist ourselves into flexibility burdened like mules with our responsibilities daily life a scream machine without the thrill or adventure but the racing heart the careful plan the hours spent out until we bankrupt ourselves - Caroline A. Slee
Beneath star dust and bright skies we lose ourselves to sleep closing ourselves from the light behind heavy eyelids - Caroline A. Slee
Minor Keys The music plays harmonious and sweet full of hope and bright futures and predictable progressions the music begins in a major key saving its discordant notes to jar us into confusion after the lull of happiness the minor keys creep in sowing fear and sharp nerves finding the pain inside each body and … Continue reading Minor Keys #MondayBlogs
Perhaps the adage “heal thyself” hit the target in every way a reminder of our power and the knowledge we hold but convenience drives us to forgetfulness leaving movement behind as we praise the modern - food, drink, automation - losing our bodies in the bargain ~ Caroline A. Slee