On route to Ireland 🛫 to spend some time with the boyf 💑 💖 I'm dressed head to toe in pink and look a bit like a walking marshmallow 😂💖💖💖 but even as I was getting stared at on the train by the sea of commuters in their shades of black & grey, I thought, you know what? Life is too damn short to wear boring clothes and blend in to the crowd!! Wear whatever lights you up and makes you feel good 💖 don't worry about the looks or comments you'll inevitably get from small minded people 💖 be brave and do you 🙋♀️💖 Happy Tuesday 🎉 😙😙😙 Love Shani 😙😙😙
When you can show it,
take it as something precious.
A long forgotten talent
for the courageous.
When I feel hurt or was wronged,
I ask my inner voice,
the part who loves myself whole heartedly,
what she would do.
How she would act.
The calm voice,
which soothes everything.
The voice with the best answers,
I trust blindly. *
Your scars make you stronger.
Imagine a person without any of them,
would be a super-human.
And perhaps a little bit boring, too.
Like life has continued without her.
When you are a pathfinder,
you have to try many, many roads.
Some of them are stony,
some of them have no bottom at all,
you will balance on a rope within the skies.
You will fall and you will get up!
Trust to open your heart again.
Again and again.
Talk with the part of yourself
who loves you unconditionally.
Start with love. *
Nobody writes his bestseller
in his first attempt,
even when you believe
you should do this. *
Put yourself out there, baby!
I know you will! *
For #belove108#vulnerability *
The last part is inspired by I talk I had yesterday with
my beautiful “Creative Badasses”. A bunch of wonderful women from Canada and Germany.
I dedicate this one to Paula @hartmann_paula
because I feel you need this poem right now. Because I am so thankful, that you encouraged me to be more me. So I don’t fit in a normal box. If you would put me in a square paper box, very soon - after a week, you would see round wholes with 💫 🌟 starlight in it. That is me. I feel your box would look like the same, perhaps your box would be opened by rainbow rays.
And I dedicate it to you, because I was so super duper happy that you wrote a poem for me, today (with the pilot of light! Yeah! I love her soooo much)
P.S. I shot this pic this summer in Italy, while being with best friends and family! Best summer ever!
Where's your focus right now? Amidst the hustle and bustle of this busy holiday season, my body is telling me to S-L-O-W down, and I'm trying to listen. I'm not sure how it got to be December already, but I'm blocking out some time this week and next to think and plan for 2018. I'm so excited to see how Purple Ink will grow next year! How about you? Where's your focus and energy going right now?
These words won’t be enough,
even a million wouldn’t be,
Who has consumed all of me
Have I told you, that I reread our conversations after you sleep, just to convince myself that I tried enough to make you stay,
Or that every night I secretly whisper prayers, hoping I don’t wake up to a goodbye text blinking on the phone screen.
There are days when my ugly thoughts murder my ability to be sarcastic,
that hopelessness cages me all around when you say you’ll get bored of the non-taunting ‘plain’ me, that I tend to be on my bad days,
but I still be the sarcastic bitch that you love, just for the sake of living in a part of your heart,
Just so you consider not leaving,
Sarcasm is all I have, you know.
There’s so much going on inside me every damn second, I wonder if you’ll always be ready to deal with it,
I don’t know if anyone can accept war with little days of peace,
Or an ocean that drowns, and yet leaves you thirsty.
I try to follow my heart, that’s what you’ve taught
But I am afraid of my own heart, you see
A coward when it comes to what I want.
But if I had to choose between my heart and what you want, I’ll embrace the latter, gladly, every time.
I think you’ll get fed up of teaching me what I have yet to learn,
Perhaps, you are right,
Only a kid can be afraid of her own heart.
Sometimes, I wonder if you’ll ever fear losing me.
These fears, will nibble away my heart even before you manage to break it.
If I could, I’d trade myself for a stronger heart, a less wandering mind, and everything else that you truly deserve.
But right now,
A heart corrupted with fear,
burning with your love, is all I have,
Tell me then,
Will you stay,
Will you settle with less than you deserve?
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To be known less for to-do list accomplishments and more for loving others well...I cannot think of any gift greater than friendships. And as cliche as that sounds, God has been showing up and working and using countless friendships and relationships in my life and in turn, letting me be that for them. We were created for community and no one should go at it alone. The friends that show up at all hours so you can cry together, do ministry together, or pray and laugh together...that is a gift beyond measure. And in the hustle of the season, my greatest prayer is to thank God endlessly for those I do life with ❤