Vintage Trish-- Thoughts

I wonder what our society would look like, how it would feel if collectively we deified kindness, inclusion, civil justice and respect for the Earth as much as we do amassing excessive amounts of cash that no generational trust could use in a dozen lifetimes, acquiring multiple houses— uninhabited except  except for 2 weeks out of the year as millions of homeless people perish, purchasing of a lot of shit products we don’t need and having a lineless face— as life goals? I wonder what our world would look like then.

Vintage Trish

2023-- A Mysterious Road

A brand new road turns up every year 

I travel with hopes of losing last year’s fear

The surroundings are familiar, though some landmarks have shifted

It feels some heavy burdens, at this turn, have been lifted

I travel with less baggage, feel lighter than before

I haven’t lost my longing, my desire to explore

The sun hits the pavement, in this moment I can’t see

That which lays before me is bathed in mystery. 

Poetry, Tricia Schwaba

Sketch, Elliott From

The Winter Solstice

The Winter Solstice is the time for inward reflection. For hibernating and contemplation. How do you feel about your life? Are there shifts you need to make for complete integration of all your personal strengths— you being the fullest version of yourself? The most loving version? Even after the longest night of the year the sun always rises. Light is always shed. That may feel miraculous, as dark nights of the soul feel endless. But they are not.
Take good care, hunker down and ask yourself— “What can I do for myself this coming year that will nourish and motivate me in this very complicated time in humanity’s evolution?” You are needed— required— an integral part of the whole. Take this time, of more darkness than light, to feel your inner compass and follow what suits your life today and let no one deter you. It is truly the most selfless thing you can do because an empowered woman is this world’s most valuable treasure.
And guess what? The days are getting longer.

Tricia, 12/21/2022

Bridle the Beast, Poetry by Trish

It’s the piece that stays with you 

The one that won’t leave

The annoying brat that 

Tugs at your sleeve

The haunting memory 

That painful episode

The awkward rendezvous

That makes your head explode.

That which stays with you 

Is the thing to examine

To gain some insight 

To shift what will happen

So instead of the torment

You are blessed with release

Make peace with your past

Bridle the beast

From that moment on 

Your days you may find 

More peaceful and freer

As the tension unwinds

You may be astounded 

By the expanse it creates

The gray of despair 

Now colored with Grace. 

Tricia Schwaba. From the Archives