Journey

I journey into a mythical place

full of castles and rolling green meadows,

and I gaze upon

a serene and beautiful unicorn

white as snow.

I stroke her mane

and it is silky to the touch

and soft as a baby’s newborn skin.

 

I see a rainbow with a pot of gold

sparkling like a star,

and I venture onward

to seek my fortune.

I ponder that perhaps I will see a leprechaun.

 

I pass a mighty rushing waterfall

clear as glass

and pure as diamonds.

I feel free and flawless.

Life’s weights seem magically forgotten

and all of my cares are gone.

 

Then I awake

from my blissful dream

and my magnificent journey,

but I have a newfound peace and ambition

for my real journeys yet to come.

 

 

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New Year, New You (a personal poem)

A new year full of promise and secret dreams.

A new year, a fresh start, and hidden deep waters.

The dazzle of potential is blinding.

The beauty of a clean slate

is liberating,

euphoric,

and causes happiness to permeate

my forlorn melancholy.

 

Light always shines in the darkness.

Light always is beautiful.

Light always shows the way.

 

My theory is thus:

I need to learn to make my own decisions

and stop over-analyzing and questioning

Myself.

My hopes.

My dreams.

My heart.

And I need to safeguard myself from the voices

of those who would make my decisions for me

when that is not their choice,

and they should not be allowed to do so.

 

It is a new year.

I am a new me.

I want to break free

and go down a new path

(yes, I read that Robert Frost poem)

even if no one will join me.

I hope to find someone on the way,

because I am not meant to always be alone,

and God knows

I would make a horrible nun

(even though Mother Teresa is one of the women

that I admire the most).

Besides, I am not Catholic,

and I think marriage is the epitome of cool.

The world may dismiss it, but I won’t.

Marriage is beautiful.

My Article was Published in “Empowered” (an online Magazine)!!!

Original Sunset Photography by Julie A. Smith
I submitted an article in September to the Christian online magazine, “Empowered.”  It was accepted!!!  My friend Melissa writes for them, and she recommended me.  It is a blessing, especially since I have wanted to be published in a Christian women’s magazine, but the ones that I have found don’t take unsolicited writing.  I have my blog, but it is incredibly exciting to get published on a wider scale.  I would love to have more opportunities for my writing to be published in the future.  As rain falls beautifully ending a drought, I earnestly hope that my writing both on my blog and my personal poetry will be reinvigorated and inspired again, ending a dry spell for me with both my motivation and inspiration that has been lacking.  It was extremely encouraging to have my article published, and I have received promising feedback from the small number of family and friends that I have told thus far.  It was so affirming to see my article referenced on the cover of “Empowered” with the caption “Finding your path.”  It was also empowering (yes, I am doing a play on words with the magazine title) for me as a writer to type up my credentials and biography and submit a professional picture (actually taken at a previous staff expo for my current job that has nothing to do with writing).  While there was a slight editing mistake in the article (i.e. I never actually bought a Siberian husky  when I was younger, because the dog sold at the pet shop before I could buy it), I am so thrilled with the article overall.  However. I have to fight my inner critic and own self doubts when reading my own work or thinking that I should have edited more before submission, even though I spent hours on the article.  I sincerely hope you have a moment to check out my article.  It is in the October/November/December issue of “Empowered” on the topic of careers that was published mid-end last month.  My article is on page 23-24 and is entitled, “Finding Your Path When your Career Path is Different than you Dreamed.”

“A Beautiful Flow” (Poetry)

Sun Pillar“A Beautiful Flow”

She is searching for
a beautiful flow.
Two a.m.
and she feels inspired
even though
she really should be sleeping.

As the mountain creek
flows placidly along
the path
adorned by wildflowers
with purple hues
and soft sweet petals,
so she longs for
hopes
wants
and
can’t help but desire
a beautiful
sweet
harmonious
flow
to her
life.

As the sun
sends its
golden rays
perfectly
down
to the trees,
meadows,
lakes,
rivers,
and inhabitants
of the world
with a pure and cheerful
countenence,
so she wants her
countenence
to be cheerful
even on
her most grumpy days
when life
has beaten
on her
in its
unkindness
and
a plethora
of problems
try to choke her
like the weeds
in that old Scripture story
that always speaks
a warning to her.

The beautiful flow
glimmers in
the distance
and toward
that horizon
she will go.

*Poet’s note:

This is one of my favorite poems that I have written. It was written on March 15, 2013.

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“Hopeful Girl” (Original Poetic series after “Shy Girl”)

“Hopeful Girl”

The hopeful girl stares down at the blank page

and ponders the fresh promise of a new year.

Sometimes, like a bird, she needs to soar out of her cage,

and stop being afraid of the unknown fear.

The hopeful girl jots down some poetry

as she ponders her resolutions of the new year.

She wants to embrace life, love, and be free,

and seeks lasting love to forever draw near.

The hopeful girl seeks fresh dreams,

passion, purpose, love, faith, and renewal.

Seeking the tarnish to rub off of her edgy seams,

her hidden desire is to shine like a beautiful, pure jewel.

“Dreams are not Illegal”

DREAM!

Today as I was taking my office financial deposits to my university’s Cashier’s office, I passed a young woman with her daughter.  The woman was wearing a t-shirt that was quite awesome.  The t-shirt simply said “Dreams are not Illegal.”  Yes!  I love it!  While I am not where I expected to be at this point of my life on multiple levels, I really need to make sure that I do not give up on my dreams.  Sometimes our dreams take a beating in life.  I can relate to the Biblical scripture in Matthew that talks about the winds and storms beating on the house.  The house stood because it was founded on the rock.  I like that literally and spiritually.  Storms are tough.  I am not denying that.  But the simple message of that t-shirt was a beautiful reminder to me.  Dreams are so important and we have the freedom to dream big dreams.  We are only encumbered by our own doubts and when we let others (re: peers, co-workers, families, and society) talk us out of our dreams, belittle us, shame us, and essentially beat us down.  I am tired of that.  I am entitled to have dreams, and they can be as big as I want.  You are entitled to your dreams too!  Dreams are free!  They are not illegal, and we don’t need to sell ourselves short.  May we all dream big, and may the dying embers of dreams that we once held dear be re-ignited so that our passion does not die and along with it parts of our souls.