Movement,
Relating &
Reverence
are my focus today.
Gandhi on Health
The Wisdom She Holds
Oh my God, my thighs they touch!
How can a human handle this much?
The norm beloved, is space in between
Your upper legs, you know what I mean.
On this fool’s quest, the path never ends
Art Source Tamara Adams
The one that’s laid out by so many men.
They make the rules, create the solutions.
The quick fix ones with no true resolution.
But we buy and believe, believe and buy
Realizing finally it’s all been a lie.
That’s when seeds of freedom are planted
The moment in time release is granted
Free from the grip of society’s norm
We sit with truth in the eye of the storm
Experiencing peace so blessedly bestowed
On the evolving woman and the wisdom she holds.
Tricia Schwaba, 2020
James Baldwin
Photo from article on Baldwin
BY YEZMIN VILLARREAL
“Not everything that is faced can be changed, but nothing can be changed until it is faced.”
Woman and the Moon
Source: Yen
Change V Transition
Writing is so fucking hard.
Stayed Too Long
Artwork source, Karin Helgo
Stayed too long
Went too far
Said too much
Loved too little
Tricia Schwaba, 2015
As I Age
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
Fragment of The Aging Process
Carl Sagan, Humans & Trees
Channeling the High Priestess* Abundance
”You don’t have to strive for prosperity & abundance
You ARE prosperity & abundance.”
*The High Priestess is an entity that uses Tricia as a conduit for divine guidance. She’s lovely.
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
Grace Beauty Strength
original 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
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.
Martha Graham on Your Unique Self
Music For a Found Harmonium
You Gotta Be Wiser
Eleanor Brown Quote, Self Care
“Rest and self-care are so important. When you take time to replenish your spirit, it allows you to serve others from the overflow. You cannot serve from an empty vessel.”
