7/26/2022

Coming down off the wave of a week where all I involved myself with was love, self care, connection, friendship, relaxation, exploration and my own whims.  The transition from my vacationing life back to a working life has some bumps and threatens to amp up the frustration, the irritation, the agitation of a soul desiring a greater change.  I do not judge myself for resting, like I would have in the past.  No longer do I value being productive over being present.  The urge to impress others is gone.  I yearn to impress myself.  To leave an imprint on my own heart.  A glorious fossil, marking the time when I followed my dreams, lived fully as myself, and loved so freely the air around me thrummed with the energy of it.   I long to tattoo my soul with the artistry of a life persistently and deliberately well lived.  

The image arises of a deep well, a cavern swollen with mineral rich water, seeping through the walls slowly into the soil and nourishing the burgeoning life hidden in the cool darkness.  The slow trickle, gently pulling the molecules of itself forward, digging pathways gently to spaces unknown to enrich that new realm and offer refreshing gulps of itself up, surrendering to the cycle and knowing that it is transmuting, its essence always water, but its energy and power working with the ingredients of life to support the growth, the thriving, the decline and the return to the earth.  

Part of the cycle is destruction, and the water plays its part too, freezing into jagged hard edges that cut and split apart the veins of life it previously moved through.  Pelting down from the sky in wet, thunking chunks, severing pieces from the whole to aid in the ruination and re-integration. 

Cascading in a flood so overwhelming that all balance is lost and a life is suffocated by the prolonged separation from the rest of what nourishes it.  

But sometimes, just on the edge of that moment, when the pain and fear is at its most extreme, when your lungs feels as though they are about to burst or implode or succumb and allow the water entry in a restricted place.  Just before destruction finalizes into a more terminal condition, 

It ebbs and you emerge, air caressing your face, entering your lungs, and breathing new life into you. 

It starts with a moment of insight

A thought

A Burst of imagination

The glimmer of creation shining brightly

And we build it up and flesh it out

Sometimes we jump from conception to finale and the task seems so huge we never begin.

Or we begin, and fold under the pressure of the monument because the foundation has not been properly laid.

We forget about gravity, about force, about physics, and the magic of the idea come to life in our head leads us through a portal to our own defeat.

But if we can hold the idea– the creation in all its glory

And be present with the laying of each layer of foundation.

Place each brick in the structure with loving intent

With a little piece of that creation magic in igniting that moment

The present compounding each glimmer

Raising our monument, our idea higher and higher,

Sparkling each step of the way,

We can explode with exponentiality

And our idea can become more than we were capable of imaging

by Alyse Wisneski 8/1/2022

Maybe there is someone who loves the moon 

Maybe there is someone who came from a deep dark cave and their eyes cannot adjust to even the night sky during a new moon.

Maybe they peek from behind their hand and shade their eyes from the reflection of even a sliver of the sun's light bouncing back through space into their eyes. 

Maybe the light brings knowledge, but their eyes cannot allow it all in at once because it is too much for their brain to process. 

Maybe there is a story where our truest natures can be released from the binds of doubt. 

Or maybe this is a story about the Journey being the thing, and adventures abound as ways to uncover what we are capable of. 

Or maybe it’s really a story about failure, and learning how to fail so impeccably and persistently that you become an expert at it.  

Maybe there is someone with the power to explain the secrets of the universe in a way that I would understand.  I just haven’t met them yet, and I barely know what questions to ask most of the time.  The secrets are many and harrying and often they taunt the imagination with wonder and awe. 

Maybe that someone is me, but the secrets are hidden within a box with a lock and a key that is buried deep within. 

I want this world to be the place for a story about trusting your internal power.  The magnificence that resides within all of us that when we learn to trust ourselves explodes in a powerful burst of glorious divine light. 

Breathe in and out

Throb. Thump. Lub dub.

Heart flutters, imitating the intrepid wings of a dove

The wings granted the knowledge of flight

The ability to conquer the wind without fright

Spitting in the eye of Newton his own apple seeds

The hope you inspire – I know I’ll achieve

Acend, Transcend, rise higher, above

While my heart still flutters like the wings of a dove

Adrenaline pulsing and pumping a new rhythm, a new time

Yet one recognized deep within this soul of mine

It’s comfortable yet new

Unknown yet known

I’ve welcomed myself to your gracious home

Familiar yet unpredictable

All in one fowl swoop

And nows it’s my stomach that goes loop the loop

I tingle and sing from my skin to my core

The world is a new one, a sparkling orb

And I try with my spirit, my essence, my chi

To pulse it, to throb it, to sing it to thee

Incandescent, Luminescent, I wonder your scent

The one nature gave you, not the one you invent

To know it, to pull it and pick it apart

Could be to know what is inside your heart

Or, forsaken, or failing in my experiment

To find the result to my heart are inherent

Innate, ingrained, only recently upturned

Eyes finally opened, a truth branded, DNA burned

With the wisdom of the gods

Saying you’re the one, against all odds. 

By Alyse Wisneski

My spirit soars, floating aloft on the cool breeze

Ruffled feathers don’t bother me

They inform my intuition

They catch the wind and guide me home

They puff me up and help me stand in my power

Telling a world full of predators

It would be wise to step aside

This little bird fights back 

She has fierce talons and a beak that clacks

Don’t be fooled by my sweet little titters

And coos

Mess with me and I pity the fool.

My heart beats steady

Full and peaceful

Grounded in the beauty of the love within

The love without, and the love pumping through

It flows in the stream of my blood

Feeding my cells, igniting my soul

And fueling my passions

The hot steady burn of embers 

Internally ablaze and glowing a warning

That if stoked they will flare and clear all 

Obstacles from my path.

By Alyse Wisneski

7/5/2022

The page turns and pulls me in deeper
The lights, the sounds, the smells, the creatures
Gesticulate, play and dance so convincingly
The world spins in the place of adventure quite differently

Explosions of magic that threaten and heal
Mirror the universe those around me call real
But not in their imagery or dramatic ways
Instead, here the magic is subtle, it sways

Like a tree in the breeze or a lovers embrace
That magic is written all over their face
If flutters, it wobbles, it rises with the sun
It breathes in and out, it fills up our lungs

Magic or Science, I can't tell them apart
I see them as branches of the very same art
Like painting with oils, watercolors, or acrylic
And yet this world is the realm of the cynic

A physical form which give us so much
The scents, the sights, the sounds and the touch
Also create limits, a hindrance a crutch

That it is not within our sensory range
then it must not be real, it's just the strange
The ramblings of a mad persons mind
But, do me this favor, If you'll be so kind. 

Explain to me how you are so sure of these things
When I can never be sure, when it all seems a fling
An escapade, a tryst, a lovers affair
The beliefs of today feel as thin as the air. 

By Alyse Wisneski