Category Archives: Rock on-Peace Out

Leading Light: Beguiled By Beginnings – Day 24

Advent is all about waiting. Don’t wait. Don’t let life happen to you. Don’t be everybody else. Take the road less travelled. Write your own story. It’ll be unconventional and uncomfortable. Sometimes (a lot of times) it’ll require bloody hard work. But tomorrow, for a great many of you, it’ll be a day off. Of celebration and relaxation. With friends and family. Amongst all the turkey and trimmings take a moment to reflect. It might not be too late. Advent ends today but your story could be just beginning.

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Saying Goodbye To Unrequited Love. {poetry} | Rebelle Society

I am a woman.

Wild,

complex,

made whole

by her contradictions.

I kiss you and cut you

in the same breath,

I breathe you in

and push you out

without batting an eye.

I ride waves you’re afraid of.

I swim in waters

that drink your dreams.

I kiss your lips

and leave a scent

you can’t conceive of.

I live in tides

that bridge you and me.

You draw me back

and pull me in

without breathing.

You offer shelter

in the harbors

of a closed off shore.

But my beauty, my breath,

is in the ocean.

I’m made alive by waters

you can’t explore.

Where is the lighthouse

that beams breath,

life,

love,

a home that inhales

the wave I ride in?

You, beloved,

You, dear stranger,

You exhale.

… you can’t breathe

the water I’m in.

So farewell my love,

farewell my friend,

farewell to washing into you.

I bid goodbye with a tender heart.

May loving tides fall upon you.

*****

Chelsea Roff is the founder of Eat Breathe Thrive, a nonprofit supported by The Give Back Yoga Foundation th

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Poetry By Heart | Minority

I was born a foreigner.

I carried on from there

to become a foreigner everywhere

I went, even in the place

planted with my relatives,

six-foot tubers sprouting roots,

their fingers and faces pushing up

new shoots of maize and sugar cane.

All kinds of places and groups

of people who have an admirable

history would, almost certainly,

distance themselves fro me.

I don’t fit,

like a clumsily translated poem;

like food cooked in milk of coconut

where you expected ghee or cream,

the unexpected aftertaste

of cardamom or neem.

via Poetry By Heart | Minority.

In Miami, Astonishment Over Action and Disagreement Over Cuba News – NYTimes.com

“As far as I’m concerned, this can only be good for the Cubans who are still there, and they’ll live a better life economically,” said Mr. Vilches, who went 40 years without setting foot in Cuba but now visits every couple of months. “I don’t stay angry anymore.”

via In Miami, Astonishment Over Action and Disagreement Over Cuba News – NYTimes.com.