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Musings and reflection Prompted Self-Realization

December 8 – Inheritance

by Trish / 12/12/2020

“Those who cannot remember the past are doomed to repeat it.” -George Santayana The traits we inherit are not just brown eyes and webbed toes. We also carry generational suffering, ignorance, intolerance, bigotry. We are like leaves over steeped so the taste is far more bitter than it needs to be. The biases run deep enough that surface existence has no awareness of their presence, and when light is shone upon them, it is as being ambushed by a monster…

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Musings and reflection Prompted Self-Realization

December 3 – Tabula Rasa

by Trish / 03/12/2020

It means clean slate. It’s a phrase I’ve long been aware of, since I read in in Imajica long long ago, which is likely how it ended up in this list. I was going to use caveat emptor, but that one doesn’t invoke the same level of feeling Tabula Rasa does. The phrase in the novel was the name of a cabal of humans who were on a mission to purge the world of magic and mystical things after a…

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Musings and reflection Prompted Self-Realization

December 2 – Magic

by Trish / 03/12/2020

I thought to myself, just yesterday, that I don’t have as much magic in my life as I used to. But that’s not true, it just doesn’t look or taste the same and so I’ve decided it’s left me. Of course it works better when I’m present, but even when I’m not, it is. I remember when we used to call down the moon, when we would howl at her light and invite her to tea. Dip cookies in the…

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Musings and reflection Prompted Self-Realization

December 1 – The Life I Deserve

by Trish / 01/12/2020

Bombarded with phrases meant to keep me humble (you get what you get, it is what it is, that’s the way the cookie crumbles), or inspire loftier aspirations (life is what you make it, you’re only as good as your last haircut, success isn’t going to crawl into bed and snuggle unless that’s your job or whatever), it can be difficult to find that place where I’m sincerely engaged with contentment. I really hesitated when using the word “deserve” in…

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Fiction Prompted Self-Realization

November 8 – The Wind

by Trish / 11/11/2020

“I listen to the windTo the wind of my soulWhere I’ll end up, well, I thinkOnly God really knows” -Cat Stevens No one could say who had first named it. Nor when it first appeared. As high as anyone could imagine, and not a soul had ever made it to the edge along ground level. Not to the east, nor the west. A massive wall of shimmering light, or was it fog, or was it where matter dissolved from what…

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Musings and reflection Prompted Self-Realization

November 5 – Free Write

by Trish / 06/11/2020

So there’s no topic in particular today which means that everything is on the table. I’m going to close my eyes and see what happens. Whenever people ask me what I write, upon finding that I am a writer, I usually say, whatever shows up. It’s been a while since I did that.And yes, my eyes are closed. Let’s see how familiar the keys are, how easily my finders find their way around. I have no intention to edit, but…

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Poetry Self-Realization

Nov 3 – Cracking a jar

by Trish / 04/11/2020

Cracking a jar of something, surely.That’s the problem with throwing out fragments of ideas without any followthrough. I think, I’ll definitely remember what this is all about whenever I can get back to it, but it’s rare that the original thought stays intact very long without any flesh. I might have been referring to my secret desire to can things. To have a whole cupboard dedicated to tins of tea, a pantry of preserves, a stockpile of soups. I guess…

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Musings and reflection Prompted Self-Realization

Nov 2 – The first time I

by Trish / 04/11/2020

The first time I went somewhere by myself was a revelation. I was 18, had recently made the transition from being mostly homeless to living in a small room in a shared kitchen/bathroom style house not far from the university. I always knew about the theatre there, which specialized in arthouse and second run cinematic delights. There was a movie about Chet Baker playing, a documentary called Let’s Get Lost, and I was at the time enraptured by the baby…

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Musings and reflection Poetry Prompted Self-Realization

October 31 – The Dark

by Trish / 01/11/2020

Taught to consider that monsters hide hereTaught not to engage, that I’d only find fearIn shadow lay creatures repulsive, corruptedOften wearing disguises appearing seductive. “Come over to our side, the power’s impressive!There are cookies and policies fairly progressive.Don’t worry too much about the tales of brutality,Even good guys can have a warped sense of morality.” Raised religious, the stories emphasized how it’s right“Be like Carol Anne and go t’ward the light!”Stay on the good side of your chosen deityBe humble…

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October 27 – Forgiveness

by Trish / 29/10/2020

It can be tricky. I’m sure that sometimes it can feel like the only thing keeping me upright is this notion that I have to press on for fear of disappointing someone. I can even pretend that I’ll be disappointed if I don’t follow through, but that’s not quite right. Here’s an example. I have a picture in my head of how I want something to look. A story, a living space, a work space, a head space, my hair…

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You know when you are having fun on a Saturday mor

You know when you are having fun on a Saturday morning taking pics of your butt and one turns out so good you want to share it on social media so that years from now when you're a celebrated author and someone comes across it and tries to shame or embarrass you for its existence you get to say, goddamn I looked good at 45! I mean, I still look good but wow check me out! Thank you so much for reminding me of that!
And give them a free autographed copy of your newest smutty mystery as thanks and you hug and they're reminded that shaming someone for any reason is silly because scrolling on past is so easy, finding ways to feel good about yourself comes in many forms, looking fine has no expiry date, and taking selfies of your butt is never a bad way to spend a Saturday morning if that's your thing. #theartistasmuse
#theartistisamused
#thisisnothowispendeverysaturday
#buttmaybeitshouldbe
#haIsaidbutt

Last night's rendition was a little rushed and I'l

Last night's rendition was a little rushed and I'll probably redo it to pay proper homage at some point.
So tonight I decided to slow it down and cover a song I love, which sounds nothing like this, likely due to its having a vast array of bleepbloop of which I have none.
Flaws, yes, I have those.
Bleepbloop not so much.
And that's okay. #everydayisagooddayforsilly
#everydayisagooddayformusic
#thisismyprewritingwarmup
#youwantmore?
#wellimnotsurprised
#iamquitesleepythough
#imchangingmylastnametoHeartist
#somynamewillbeTHeartist
#theartistisamused

Inspired by legwarmers and my sister's @seannanich

Inspired by legwarmers and my sister's @seannanichol reminder of my infinite love for Irene Cara thanks to an unexpected Christmas present sooooo long ago, I offer my rendition of a song that needs no introduction but could probably use more practice. 🤗🙃😘 #legwarmersforlife
#icanhaveitall
#iamrhythm
#iamalsooffkeybutshushaboutthat

Because it's a writing day, please enjoy these act

Because it's a writing day, please enjoy these action poses of a writer in her natural habitat, on the wrong side of the desk. #theartistasmuse
#conjugatethis!
#poetryinmotionbutalsostill
#dontyoudarejudgemysweetmoves
#howdoesthewrongsidefeelsoright
#highkicksfrickatrix
#mydeskisworkinghardatsupportingmyphone
#needtogocleanmyfridgenow
#mightevenorganizemysockdrawer
#willwritebutneedasnackfirst

Twisting into darkness, Subsumed by shadow, The Mo

Twisting into darkness,
Subsumed by shadow,
The Moon keeps me brave.
Her light may be dimmed by circumstance,
But her pull is just as strong. I kept vigil, waited for her to uncloak,
even as dark gave way to day,
becoming concerned that the eclipse wasn't ending,
Finally realizing the moon had slipped below the horizon while still hidden,
And so it's time for bed.

This full circle dance, from warmth and a same tim

This full circle dance, from warmth and a same time sunset each day, a blossoming of colour to carry with me, a reminder of that world.
The wheel spins and I find myself 7000km and 11 years north of that memory, in a kitchen with a hibiscus randomly purchased, that I never expected to bloom in a place where it snows in may and probably June, just because, without any notion of what colour might make itself known if it did, only to discover it's a perfect match.
If there was ever an indication I am exactly where I am supposed to be, with proof that blooming is possible even where one might not expect it possible, much less reasonable, this is most assuredly it. #whenthesignsaresoobviousitfeelslikethespiritsarehavingwaytoomuchfun
#thefunniestpartisIwasnevertotallyhappywiththeredinmytattoobutitisperfect
#idonotthinktheseareproperhashtags
#isuckatpropersocialmediaing
#ialsosuckatbrevitybutthatisnothingnew
#enoughyammeringthereisworktobedone
#theartistasmuse
#themechanicofdreaming
#barefootweirdgirlsrule

A rendition of a most favourite bittersweet bond s

I would like to learn the art of subtlety, learn

I would like to learn the art of subtlety,
learn to listen,
lose myself in the breath
rather than hiding between them,
waiting my turn. I would like to uninterrupt more,
to stop and see how it really is for you.
I would like to consider what goes on
without considering how it affects me.
I would like to give up the last piece of cake
without there being a balloon
where my ego used to be. I would like to know how much it hurts
to wear my heart
on the outside of my body
all the time.
I would like to know how it felt to meet me
the first time. I would like one more day. I would like to watch you
watch me grow
To know that it was all up to me now
To know that it would be just fine
Because you did it out of love
And that was enough.

It's been a while since there was much music in my

It's been a while since there was much music in my world, and honestly, that is a disservice to the people who raised me to have such immense appreciation for it. So on dad's 11th deathaversary and just shy of 3 months since mum, I decided a ukulele upgrade was a worthy gift to self, with a song that reminds me of him a good place to find my way back to something that feels like harmony, with a good helping of the vulnerability required to share, to keep me humble and brave. #myparentsweredamngoodparents
#theystillarebecausecheckmeout
#doesjimcroceremindeveryoneoftheirdad
#thereneverseemstobeenoughtime

You know when you are having fun on a Saturday mor

You know when you are having fun on a Saturday morning taking pics of your butt and one turns out so good you want to share it on social media so that years from now when you're a celebrated author and someone comes across it and tries to shame or embarrass you for its existence you get to say, goddamn I looked good at 45! I mean, I still look good but wow check me out! Thank you so much for reminding me of that!
And give them a free autographed copy of your newest smutty mystery as thanks and you hug and they're reminded that shaming someone for any reason is silly because scrolling on past is so easy, finding ways to feel good about yourself comes in many forms, looking fine has no expiry date, and taking selfies of your butt is never a bad way to spend a Saturday morning if that's your thing. #theartistasmuse
#theartistisamused
#thisisnothowispendeverysaturday
#buttmaybeitshouldbe
#haIsaidbutt

Last night's rendition was a little rushed and I'l

Last night's rendition was a little rushed and I'll probably redo it to pay proper homage at some point.
So tonight I decided to slow it down and cover a song I love, which sounds nothing like this, likely due to its having a vast array of bleepbloop of which I have none.
Flaws, yes, I have those.
Bleepbloop not so much.
And that's okay. #everydayisagooddayforsilly
#everydayisagooddayformusic
#thisismyprewritingwarmup
#youwantmore?
#wellimnotsurprised
#iamquitesleepythough
#imchangingmylastnametoHeartist
#somynamewillbeTHeartist
#theartistisamused

Inspired by legwarmers and my sister's @seannanich

Inspired by legwarmers and my sister's @seannanichol reminder of my infinite love for Irene Cara thanks to an unexpected Christmas present sooooo long ago, I offer my rendition of a song that needs no introduction but could probably use more practice. 🤗🙃😘 #legwarmersforlife
#icanhaveitall
#iamrhythm
#iamalsooffkeybutshushaboutthat

Because it's a writing day, please enjoy these act

Because it's a writing day, please enjoy these action poses of a writer in her natural habitat, on the wrong side of the desk. #theartistasmuse
#conjugatethis!
#poetryinmotionbutalsostill
#dontyoudarejudgemysweetmoves
#howdoesthewrongsidefeelsoright
#highkicksfrickatrix
#mydeskisworkinghardatsupportingmyphone
#needtogocleanmyfridgenow
#mightevenorganizemysockdrawer
#willwritebutneedasnackfirst

Twisting into darkness, Subsumed by shadow, The Mo

Twisting into darkness,
Subsumed by shadow,
The Moon keeps me brave.
Her light may be dimmed by circumstance,
But her pull is just as strong. I kept vigil, waited for her to uncloak,
even as dark gave way to day,
becoming concerned that the eclipse wasn't ending,
Finally realizing the moon had slipped below the horizon while still hidden,
And so it's time for bed.

This full circle dance, from warmth and a same tim

This full circle dance, from warmth and a same time sunset each day, a blossoming of colour to carry with me, a reminder of that world.
The wheel spins and I find myself 7000km and 11 years north of that memory, in a kitchen with a hibiscus randomly purchased, that I never expected to bloom in a place where it snows in may and probably June, just because, without any notion of what colour might make itself known if it did, only to discover it's a perfect match.
If there was ever an indication I am exactly where I am supposed to be, with proof that blooming is possible even where one might not expect it possible, much less reasonable, this is most assuredly it. #whenthesignsaresoobviousitfeelslikethespiritsarehavingwaytoomuchfun
#thefunniestpartisIwasnevertotallyhappywiththeredinmytattoobutitisperfect
#idonotthinktheseareproperhashtags
#isuckatpropersocialmediaing
#ialsosuckatbrevitybutthatisnothingnew
#enoughyammeringthereisworktobedone
#theartistasmuse
#themechanicofdreaming
#barefootweirdgirlsrule

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