Poem 352 Hands On when Everything feels meaningless(& by that I mean Everything hurts too much to feel any of it)go outside & put your hands on a tree trunkthen look up at its naked branchesgarnishing the grey sky like a post-script you will experience the calming energy of Significanceyour place in the momentunconditionally loved… Continue reading Poem 352 & 353 – Hands On & I Asked Emily Dickinson Her Thoughts on Isolation…
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When Stooping to Secure it – Writing Prompts
Because what is the joy if you go alone (from Osho ‘Courage’) Joy is wild part adventure part starlight part peace she needs to expand like breath to be soft like single tears to be hard like torrential rain Joy glistens content that in the shade of learning is the thicket of alone necessary but… Continue reading When Stooping to Secure it – Writing Prompts
VANESSA SHIELDS, writer 