A little poem about my happy place I tip toe through a garden of wonder and mystery. The place where peace finds me resting on my back with my eyes tracing the shapes of clouds overhead. -Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
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It’s the Little Things
A poem on awkward little joys. The petal of a flower against lips smothered in 7 layers of balm. The air filled with the scent of cheap perfume from the hair store a few towns over. Hair and fingernail unkept…read more
Transformation, A New Creation
Choose Life, Choose the challenges, Become a new You. The initial coming to life wasn’t a choice we got to make but living our lives is one of the most beautiful choices we could make every single day. Not everyone’s living situation is a walk in the park where everything comes easy. Some people mayContinue reading “Transformation, A New Creation”
Transformation Begins
Pitch black the taste of iron in the air a mysteries shatter beneath my soles the opening shrinks the same way my motivation does with each step deeper until it’s gone. -Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
The Magical Bean
“I like coffee because it gives me the illusion that I might be awake.” –Lewis Black I didn’t realize how much coffee helps until I played a cat sudoku game right after a long nap and a cup of coffee. I was whizzing through those puzzles. It’s funny because for a long time, I wasContinue reading “The Magical Bean”
Shadow Moon
The shadow moon creeps into place. Stagnancy won’t be the case. We are meant to feel and breathe upward toward the glowing sun but the moon asks different things of us. -Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
The Dance Between Chaos and Order
We know that showing up with discipline and consistency changes us, but we forget sometimes that not showing up changes us too. If we choose not to show up, we simply succumb to this thing called entropy. It happens even when we’re showing up and there’s no real way to avoid it. Entropy is theContinue reading “The Dance Between Chaos and Order”
Good Morning
Once the sun rises, something new is afoot. Sleepy fingers wrap around warm mugs while eyes drift to no where in particular and my mind puzzles about how I got here and where I’m going. The return to life is a slow one for me. Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
A Badge of Daily Experiences
We all have been through all sorts of things in life. It’s an honor to have a badge of daily experiences to share, even the mundane ones. I often get caught up in works of art that shine light on the mundane because it’s the most forgotten aspect of living. Doing the same thing everyContinue reading “A Badge of Daily Experiences”
Liberated Bird
A bird at flight slips down into the the rushing movement around town. He can lift to the sky at any moment to get away from it all. The scent of fresh roasted coffee beans marinates the free bird’s feathers before he lifts again to the open air where the busyness of the town can’tContinue reading “Liberated Bird”
