Tag: healing

The Bellie

So precious, looking at me with those sparkling eyes. I can’t help but smile. She’s been so good all day, sitting mostly quiet by my side. Asking for attention but letting me go back as I need. I hate to disappoint her so I’m sure to bend down and give her kisses on her big ‘ole noggin.

I cannot understand why anyone would judge her simply for what she is. She had no choice, and we will love her all the more for it.

I can’t wait to be done with my daily commitments so I can get down on the floor with her and see that beautiful pink belly looking up at me as I give her the love, she deserves.

FRAGILE

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Pop!
Pop!
Pop!

We try
to soften the blow
with bubbles
that snap and
make us giggle
as we pack
and unpack
our memories,
long damaged
from the traumas of our past
and fears
of the future.

Pop!
Pop!
Pop!

A laugh.
A sigh.
A jump.

Then back into the box it goes,
intentionally leaving
behind a small
squishy scrap
so that we can…

Pop!
Pop!
Pop!

Remember
with fondness
and not pain.

Namastè
©NicholeDonjè

 

Joys 3/14-3/20

Favorite Things

I love vignettes. There is something about capturing a moment in a story or art that needs few words to share an idea or key episode that excites me.

At the ArtsWestchester exhibit She: Deconstructing Female Identity, Laurel Garcia Colvin does just that. It this small segment of a larger installation, Colvin encompasses a fragmented world of identity and struggle.

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Weekly Gratitudes

I am grateful for the opportunity to learn. I often take for granted what is available to me, be it an experience, a book, a class or a self discovery. I don’t do that anymore.

I am grateful for an old acquaintance reaching out, getting together and reconnecting.

I am grateful for my dinner out with a new friend. I have “known” her for a number of years, it it lovely to finally get to actually know her. Why we never did this before god only knows.

I am grateful for a fantastic night out with friends, great music, great food and lots of laughter. Oh, and it was St. Patrick’s Day; my favorite color is green and my favorite meal is Corned beef and cabbage…can’t lose! I am from Southie.

I am grateful for quiet time at home working on art and enjoying my little bubby.

I am grateful for a special group of people who bring joy to my life and the opportunity given to me to know and call them friends. I am incredibly appreciative.

I am grateful for healing. One does not always recognize it until something happens that throws you off kilter, but you don’t fall. You stand tall, take a deep breath and know that moving forward is the only direction.

Namastè

Nichole

 

Where I am today in this moment…

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For what ever reason right now at this moment I am overtaken with a feeling that cries out to the world…I am here! I am here today; that is a gift. There are days I wake up and there s such a struggle to move forward, to get past the weight of past circumstances or beliefs and then there are days where you know deep down there is a change coming.

A Mark Twain quote keeps filling my head:
“The two most important days in your life are the day you are born and the day you find out why.”

And today as I was reading a book this quote by Natasha Brown resonated:
“I’ve learned that if you have a power, you are obligated to use it.”

I wish I could say that today I have found these things and suddenly know exactly what to do, but I can’t. What I can say is that when I ask myself these potent questions my mind explodes with emotion and joy and to some extent…terror.

This has been a year of asking myself what I want, not what do I think I want or what should I do, but what do I want and who do I want to be as I go through this life. These are harder questions than we think because once you answer them there is an obligation to make it happen. A contract with yourself that you can no longer avoid signing. A contract that has blank lines to be filled in at a later date and that takes courage. I don’t always believe I have that kind of courage, but I can tell you I know it would be in the contract.

These days I ask myself what my true values are and if the choices I make are in line. Sometimes yes and sometimes no, however I’ll admit I haven’t signed that contract yet. I’m waiting for something, an answer of some sort and I have no idea what it is, but I have to believe it will come. Until then, well…I’m working on it. I suppose that’s the important part.

Nichole Donjé