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This little light. If you tilt your head just so you’ll see the fire in her heart. The will to thrive. From day two, day three, day four she swam with the ducks. Walked in their shoes then flew through a fog of uncertain outcomes. Landing on two feet, she proclaimed to the world “Measure me not by what I cannot do. Instead I will break the personal mold. Push past burdening boundaries. You will see me try. See me shape my life.” It’s in the trying where life is measured photo by @jaimehendrixphotography
Sometimes I feel I’ve met happiness only halfway. Reaching for what could be yet simultaneously holding onto a past so unresolved, so out of touch with reality that it grips at me, screaming, “I’m what matters!” . But matter that has lost its meaning has no tangible place in the present. Meeting happiness where you are at—living in the present—seems a true way. . The heaviness that clings with a former self. The envy of you in your mind’s fabled future. Choose the ‘you’ you know now and go from there. . Meet happiness where you are at .
new #songlyrics ... written for an upcoming project by @katrahqueymusic #beatmakers #newmusic #newmusicmonday 🎧
“Stop for a moment. Look how far you’ve come...” It felt ridiculously obvious when #celebrate was the power-word spoken. And we still don’t do enough of it . Someone who I respect and admire taught me to listen for words, themes, speaking to us in this lifetime. Words of power, of meaning . There we were, focusing on being human, a tremendous feat for some children and parents: working hard to breathe, walk, eat, talk, grow—running only on the fumes of angst —racing against the time clock of early childhood development. We focused on fears and very little on accomplishments . Once we tackled and kicked one fear to the curb we were immediately onto the next . So ... this weekend we’re contributing to the well-deserved cause of celebration: our first mother-daughter photoshoot! Fast fashion. Paid photographer. Clichéd matching tees packed with so much meaning even the integrity of handmade couldn’t compare. We’re going big and we’re going cheesy. Pulling out all the stops . Special needs boils down to a life focused on growth and accomplishment for us. I didn’t understand this two years ago; fear has that domineering quality of keeping the focus on survival—leaving room for the next fear only . When I forget to let my guard down and choose peace of mind in our accomplishments—our blessings—I give fear the opportunity to steer the present moment; giving anxiety a free ride also ... and a few other hitchhikers along the way 😉 . We’re stopping for a moment to see how far we’ve come . And then we are celebrating.
Cheers to the soundtrack of varied emotions playing in the background of our day-to-day lives . 🥳🤯😌🥰😳😁😱😎😜
Music as a hobby #thestruggleisreal 😌 . My tea is still seeping, now cold ... from 4 PM this evening and tonight, I will look no where near as fresh-faced in the home studio as I did when this picture was taken. . In the stillness I’m grateful. . In the chaos, balance begs on one shoulder and sacrifice whispers “give it up” on the other. Inwards, the creative heart always knows what’s best... .
“People don’t want perfection. They want honesty.” Society is paving a new social media mantra: “show us who you are behind every closed door.” Not your perfect selfies, perfect smiles, perfect families, perfect food . I think perfect looks damn good on you . For a long time, during Miss Trin’s first years of life, I couldn’t be on social media. I couldn’t watch your perfect lives, your busy, normal routines. I customized my Facebook feed so news and information came first. The worst was watching your children reach milestones. From my perspective, you were being perfectly honest about your life . Your lives made me cry tears of sadness. The guttural, uncontrollable kind . It took me a few years to be happy for you . It goes beyond jealousy or envy. It speaks of belonging . Not belonging can remain a thorn in your side if you let it fester; let it spread with turmoil . Pulling any source of pain out is difficult and it turns out I need your stories, your perfect smiles. I love to learn from you and your children—how her and I can incorporate some normalcy into our own life . Her and I are showing you the bare minimum of honesty—happy truths coupled with perfect smiles, laced with only a hint of suffering and sadness . I’m choosing to show what’s beautiful because life has improved for us—not the hardships in syringes and private clinic visits . We’re doing well. And it’s okay to show the well parts of you. Always.
I get nervous sharing my writing and thoughts on social media. There’s no greater mashup of love and hate than on the World Wide Web. . The many forms of love juxtapose the multitude of hate #peaceandlove ✌🏽
Do you believe there is such a thing as original thought or ideas? Mark Twain didn’t think so in his defense of Helen Keller: “...the substance, the bulk, the actual and valuable material of all human utterances is plagiarism.” . He argued that any new idea, sound, string of words, or thought you were inspired to create, is only an original way to express ideas that already existed long before that moment. Putting our collective consciousness to work, and putting less emphasis on individuality. . It was a struggle to write the lyrics and come up with a melody for this track by @katrahqueymusic . I didn’t want to melodically plagiarize inspiration coming from another vocalist, who herself used inspiration—beautifully—from Nina Simone, who herself was inspired in 1965 to cover the song, Feeling Good (#musical The Roar of the Greasepaint - The Smell of the Crowd) . “There’s no such thing as originality, just authenticity.” . Thwarting your natural instinct to mimic and copy other humans is tricky when you’re using inspiration from existing material 📝🎧
☀️ Sunlight. Sent these vocals off to @katrahqueymusic for his latest project. 🎧 🎞 . . Most life on earth depends on the sun. It’s no wonder we worshipped it. Only the micro-tiny among us would survive on our planet, indefinitely, without its warmth. And we humans would have to get mighty creative, as is our special trait, if we wanted to survive on earth’s remaining energy sources in unfathomably cold conditions. . Fossil fuels Plants Wind Happy moods Life Death Resurrection Can each thank the sun for our earth’s response to its heat waves. . Our lucky star the ☀️ was inspiration for the lyrics, as well as the 1965 song ‘Feeling Good’ covered by Nina Simone, et al. . Sunrise Snap a picture of the day When wee light imbibes you Don’t give up It’s the essence of the way Keep the light ignited

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