As I Age

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I am not impressed by the common celebrity. I am not interested in she whose predestined circumstances, granted by virtue of financial fortune, influence of the powerful or superficial attributes have carried her into the spotlight. It is not she, who has had privilege round every corner of her life whom I hold in high esteem, but she who has had nothing much at all, and still prevails. She who impresses me, is the person who despite the weight of her load moves forward with grace and kindness, exhibiting unimaginable stamina. She who has but just enough to live, sometimes less, yet goes on living with joy and appreciation. She has no time or tolerance for an unabashed ego, no need for a massive house to display things she doesn’t touch or rooms that go unused. She is the wise one, the teacher, It is she who understands the true burden of human-ness. It is she I want to talk to.  It is she that is the goddess. It is she that I wish we will all, one day, celebrate.

Tricia Schwaba, 2020

Steady Now

Steady Now

Don’t reach for the throat
Sit with it, stay in your center.

Steady now

Don’t scream for their attention
Stay silent and maintain calm.

Steady Now

Balance on one foot raise
arms overhead
Don’t crouch in safety & doubt.

Steady Now

Know that you are indeed
All you’ve ever thought of yourself
as being

Steady Now

Tricia Schwaba 2020

art source: anon

art source: anon

Tahereh Mafi, Furthermore

“Alice knew that being different would always be difficult; she knew that there was no magic that would erase narrow-mindedness or iron out the inequities in life. But Alice was also beginning to learn that life was never lived in absolutes. People would both love her and rebuff her; they would show both kindness and prejudice. The simple truth was that Alice would always be different—but to be different was to be extraordinary, and to be extraordinary was an adventure. It no longer mattered how the world saw her; what mattered was how Alice saw herself.”

Tahreh Mafi is the source of this quote From Furthermore, reblogged from purple buddha project

Tangible Clues

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I look to my past for tangible clues 

About what the hell I’m supposed to do

To shift the winds of my imminent future

To attain some purpose, a jewel to search for.

I admit my life has a cadence, a rhythm

And when put in perspective it’s one I can live with

But I do fear the day I turn ‘round to see

Ambitions unattained, flat out glaring at me.

Will I feign ambivalence, my fear winning out?

Or thirst for moisture in this creative drought?

I contemplate, I write and hope it’s enough

To compensate for hours spent working for stuff

I don’t really need which clutters my mind

Those 35 hours spent wasting my time.

With less life to go, each hour’s a gift

It’s no longer an option, taking anyone’s shit.

I’ve never been good at listening to rules 

That serve only those so clearly the fools 

Padding their pockets with the sweat of the masses

Hoping they’ll change if enough time passes

Looking behind them at the lies they have told

Too late for amends their karma is cold

For 35 hours I trudge dutifully on

Years gone by, sharp crags to balance on

Inclined to jump into the mysterious darkness 

Hope to be freed from this confining harness. 

Reality is, we never know 

What release from the ties of others bestows

I am no longer in a position to wait

So Goddesses bring it on, serve me my fate.


Now Empty She Is Free

source: Anon

source: Anon

She packed unresolved conflicts in her body. The tribal issues stuffed into her hips. Heartbreaks holding fast in the constrained beating of her heart. Unrecognized visions, blurring her ability to see things clearly in the moment. Hurt and insecurities hide out, claiming stake in her joints. Blessed relief comes from unconditional self-love granting freedom, releasing the harness of what was. Formerly stuck pieces dislodge, shake free, flow out with the exhale, leaving room for the expansive inhale. She heard her own whispers of encouragement, "Now empty, you are free.”

Tricia Schwaba, 2019