💫A Poem 💫 She lifts her brown eyes to the sky, thanks the ancestors for their strength, and the marks they left on her DNA in the best way. Each step is a reminder that she’s been gifted their legacy to honor and carry on in her own divine way. Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson
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Sea Pebble
✨A Poem✨ This sea pebble crossed oceans and landed at your feet. A fish may have licked it or maybe a star fish danced across it but right now, in this moment, that same pebble is in your world and you get to decide what to do with it. Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson
Hand in Hand
✨A Poem✨ The thing about being human is that the power we have can’t be measured by tests or science it takes a great deal of walking in the dark. I find hands sometimes, though, and they help when it gets scary or sad We are all in this they say and sometimes it feelsContinue reading “Hand in Hand”
Home Again
💫A Poem💫 Returned to the chest after their first breath It’s a boy and he has returned to seek out the light and when he finds it, he’ll find home. -Saschia 🌹Jayne 🌹 Johnson
Found
💫A Poem💫 She bends down to look for napping bees. Instead she finds a door to some place she always hoped was real. It’s as real as beach waves on a warm summer evening. -Saschia ✨Jayne ✨ Johnson
The Present
💫A poem💫 Arms stretched toward the ancient sky a hum beneath her toes time to let it all go and bare it all underneath the light of this full moon. -Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
Right On Time
✨A Poem✨ Gradually rising frustration poured into the present because the present feels better than anywhere else. Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
Stitches
✨A Poem✨ A row of stitches a million new stories written in the sky. If only they were on paper, so I could remember them all. -Saschia Jayne Johnson
Kisses
💫A poem 💫 My mind twists and turns and runs around on thoughts of you. Late night kisses sealed without guilt into the wrinkles of time. -Saschia Jayne Johnson
Teeth
✨A Poem ✨ The words to get through aren’t just a few. Darkness an old friend that taught you how to hold your chin. The teeth in your chest draw blood. Weekends in sewing up old wounds. Take a sip, and do it all again. -Saschia Jayne Johnson