words like #familiar & #home slowly melt themselves into knives i hide under pillows or in my jean pockets to find occasionally like a $20 bill
their letters sound like trolls under bridges & mouths that hide sharpened canines and tongues speak to me in high frequencies / pierce any small parts left inside my ears
like i am a child / familiar & home wear turquoise & purple perfume
their air is vanilla cinnamon and dust
lights are off or dimmed / bad bulbs
and my voice screams any name or emergent need into a void / i am alone in an empty home that echoes jazz & anger
i am alone in an empty home as parents a brother a dog walk by & will not hear me / my pain is my need that serves no one but air
ive tried to hold onto, grasp some air in my hand or a hand in my hand
even i do not serve my pains needs / clocks tick to tell me i am am extension of someone else’s loneliness so shut up but always carry these hearts that will not give you theirs
i rub aloe on burns left on my skin by silence / i won’t feel them but u learn how to say things like ow/i feel/my truth/this is how to fix this/im fine/great actually/you feel like home/familiar/silent/i feel sad for orphans
how they must feel rejected, neglect, abused, invisible, unlearn their own voice & its words falling on things other than pillows & air
slowly & as i blink
relinquish what #feelslikehome on purpose / surrender to air that smells like jazz & words that taste like #equal#safe#grounded#sidebyside#myownvoice
boundaries can be more than rejected or built of concrete
a clear permeable shield with wiggle room surrounds me & i surrender
to patience, the sound of my voice/power/space i can fill
this shields door & windows are open but it would please me to hear a knock before entering or something that tastes like “may i come in/see your heart/if you don’t mind/only if you have the time/energy/want”
something that smells like new mexico & its sky that goes on forever •
Le mie radici
Le mie radici sono ben salde anche se lontane dalla propria terra.
Le mie radici sono come legni d’ulivo
con le braccia protese
quasi a voler accarezzare la rossa e argillosa terra che li accoglie.
Le mie radici sanno di polvere di tufo
di mandorlo in fiore
di giardini coltivati.
Storia e profumi si fondono nella mia terra,sprigionando sensazioni
di pace e tranquillita’, dove il mare e il cielo
si sposano in un unico colore.
Nelle campagne si affacciano come grandi signore i bagli antichi
li il tempo si e’ fermato
cammino nella mia terra,
ogni volta e’ una sorpresa,
sorrido e gioisco di tanta bellezza.
Mi sono ritrovata a pensare che non vorrei vivere altrove.
Non potrei rinunciare a tutto questo.
Di certo la mia terra non ha bisogno delle mie lodi per essere apprezzata, soprattutto negli ultimi anni.
Ma nonostante questo mi sono resa conto (e ho fatto tenerezza a me stessa) che alla prima occasione mi trasformo in appassionata e orgogliosa ambasciatrice per la mia amata Puglia. Dalla serie #vieniaballareinpuglia
Buona giornata bella gente.
Kadangi jau ne už ilgo gimsiu,tai vėl peržvelgiau senas nuotraukas ir radau: Here: Mama (kairėje) & Tėtis (dešinėje) - du žmonės kurie pasimylėjo ir pagamino mane 🐣 #migloko#roots#mamapapa#love#bnw 👌🏿✨💦
I’m over the moon about my church. It’s not a place, but we gather together each week. It’s people. It’s a family. It’s home.
New things take time to grow, but being a part of it is the greatest feeling ever! We have a lot in store for PCC this summer - for kids, teens and adults.
If you don’t have a place you can call yours, where you connect and feel wanted - come this Sunday to Roosevelt Middle School at 10 am and I’m certain you’ll leave knowing you’re deeply cared for! Planting takes effort, patience and plenty of watering. Will you plant PCC with us? We are excited about the roots we are growing! Come be a part of loving our city recklessly! We’d love to see you! .
A follower asked me what happened 4 years ago? After a life of longing to homeland I conquered my fears and returned home to India. I was positively suprised by my Homecoming 🇮🇳Initially I went back to the few adresses I have in my adoption documents in my birthcity Pune. I knew already then, that I was not interested in finding my biological parents. Lets just say adoption is an extremely shady business. Instead I went for the culture of my roots. Culture is sustainable as stretches back in history. I had since early age been drawn to subjects like spirituality, hinduism, homeland and its history/language and the symbols of my roots. I have always been a proud indian 🇮🇳. So when I am learning marathi and Practising hinduism I am learning about my history, family, relatives and kin. I am now a swedish citizen and an Overseas indian citizen. Combining the two worlds. The land where I grew up and homeland as best as I can. Why? Because it gives me meaning and joy. I think everyone should be happy. To go back is not easy because for many people once being adopted there is a lot of pressure from an early age of not going back. Let go and leave it behind, but I never accepted that. And here I am. Feeling stronger than ever 🦁 Know your roots know yourself 🌱Celebrate life! And without roots no life, right? Why not do it you to? And the wise know this story is not only related to transnational adoption but how to tackle life itself. Welcome to follow me on my life journey! #roots#adoption#adopted#india#hinduism#meditation#yoga#lifechanges#lifechange#indianculture#marathi#maharashtra#pune#marathi#conflict#innerpeace#peace#tea#theworldisonefamily#proudtobeindian
If he could learn to love another, and earn her love in return by the time the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken. •
Is it just me or do yellow roses automatically make you think of the beast? And yeah I’m aware it was a red rose. 🥀Working on this thing called organization. Posting schedule. Workflow designed. Templates on the go. You know, stuff I shoulda done years ago.
I feel very blessed to have had these gentlemen in my life. Even though they are no longer with us, I know they will be watching over everyone from a better place. I love you guys and I miss you both. #godbless#italian#polish#roots