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Poetry Self-Realization

Courage in the bath aka I’m brave when I’m naked.

by Trish / 01/10/2014

I’ve always been a fan of taking baths. I don’t think I took a shower until I was nearly 14. Regardless of the fact that I successfully debated the merits of showers over baths when I was in grade whatever grade that was when I was in the debate group. I won the argument that showers were better than baths and I had never, up to that point, taken a shower in my life. ~Ok, temporary sidebar. How curious. I’ve…

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Musings and reflection Self-Realization

The list as it was. Also, pie.

by Trish / 09/03/2013

I made this list just after New Years in 2006. I was in Paris at the time and being 29, I felt like it was time to figure out what I wanted to do with my life. What better way than to make a list? Some things have been checked off, some not yet. Some have evolved, some I no longer have an interest in doing. That’s okay. It’s not written in stone. If I decide I’d like to do…

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Self-Realization

Angry jerk brain gets kicked in the shut up! Happy accomplishment brain gets 1 1/2 thumbs up!

by Trish / 21/01/2013

I almost talked myself out of it. I worked myself up into a frenzy of “who do you think you are?”ness and “what makes you think that 10 minutes of bombing an audition would change your life for the better? Wouldn’t you rather sit here and look at pictures of cats wearing orange peels as helmets?” Even while putting on my boots, walking out the door. I had a moment on the way when I thought, what if I got the…

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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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