August 29, 2015 § Leave a comment
“She rode into battle on the breath of Eagle’s lightest feather. Her confusion brewed as her stomach digested the news of her lover’s defeat. It was anger—a version of putrid, fueling emotion that drove her now. The stickiest of fingers. Flesh from the blood of his abdomen. The side of him that held her close was now forever scarred.”
Amara’s tale, continued on Over the Moon Magazine ~
August 12, 2015 § Leave a comment
My latest piece of writing for Over the Moon Magazine relates to the concept of needing, wanting, feeling & dealing with Lack. On how there is a subconscious, yet submerging aspect of life that creates the emotion of insufficiency. It is a sensation on the skin, a smell in the flowers of this life that penetrates and harbors ~ To one extreme, we fuel our existance with the inspiration of possibilities, but once that crosses over into the “more” being synonymous for happiness, there is a danger.
More. Longing. Pain. Confusion. Desire. Jealousy. Feigning.
There is nothing that defines my worth.
There is nothing that defines me, only what I choose.
Healing is a process and gentleness is an overlooked remedy. Trust that you are enough. That you are worthy.
That you, my dear, always have a choice.
April 28, 2015 § 4 Comments
Many people have been asking me lately of my passions. Of what makes my heart stir and flutter like the wings of a baby bird learning to fly. I tell them, I want to bare my soul. That I have a deep, inner longing to share. To reveal what is not always pretty.
But what is true.
Which is why I believe that words can heal. Language speaks to the heart wings in a different way than other art forms, although they are all outlines for the same frame.
There is an intricate part of growth that is missed when we lack the revolutionary power of authentic storytelling. I have noticed the mask’s journey into fading once surrounded by pen & paper. By writing our own unique stories, whether ‘truth’ or ‘fiction’, we behold an opportunity to translate them from the perspective of a witness. To take one’s self out of the picture, creating space for the Self that moves within the letters.
I want to create a space for the unfolding of these stories. The ones that are held inside, the ones that others have trampled over, leaving nothing but the question of footprints. I want to hear the stories that you have told yourself, once or many, rehearsed in your head in the dark of a sleepless night. I want us to share.
A quiet revolution. Beginning with one page, or even one word.
Write yourself clean.
With this, I offer my newest piece for Over the Moon Magazine ~
Visionary Credit // Lindsey Erin Luna