There Are Always Two Sides.

There Are Always Two Sides | A sketch by Melanie JaneSubscribe now Sparkle. Shine. Constant glow.Dark. Dreary. Everlasting low.The bright sun's rays that make you squint your eyes. The overarching haze that is unbreakable even if you blink to enhance your sight.Clear and radiant. Blurry and dull.There are always two sides. Which one do you hold?

A Serene Scene.

The Ripples | A sketch by Melanie JaneSubscribe now Have you ever observed a body of water, watching the ripples it creates? How the waves come in. How the water glistens as it connects with the light. Like thousands of sparkles, beaming as they catch a ray.Constant movement. Constant motion. Sometimes I wonder what the water is trying to say. What story is it striving to tell?Reflections against the water create stories in my mind. I get lost in the moment as I follow the movement with my ey...

The Beauty We Add.

A photo by Melanie Jane | Taken in Plovdiv, BulgariaSubscribe now In the depths of the soil A seed once was placed. Through time and life's movement Its growth is now traced.In a moment a sprout Is seen on the outside The next, its stem lengthens In the world, its place has arrived.Before long, a few leaves and a bud will take form It will be nothing but something To those around, Throughout the world.When the moment is right, Its petal colors will peek through They will blossom gently C...

A Pep Talk.

A sketch by Melanie JaneSubscribe now Clench. Release. Clench. Release. Deep breath in. Hold for five - four - three - two - one. Exhale out. You are safe. You are here. You can do this; Allow the movement of these things. You have space in this moment. To allow your mind to release. You may put pen to paper. You may paint, draw and create. You may share what you wish. Whatever it is, Be it may. A note from Melanie Jane This piece shares a glimpse into the way that I prepare for allowing the ...

The Switch.

The Switch | A sketch by Melanie JaneSubscribe now Do I have it in my mind? Do I have it in my soul? Do I exhibit the pieces that will make me whole?Am I unable to see them Because I have pushed the understanding down Deep inside of me? Is it because of the fear Of how they will take sight That I negate them To dismiss the pain that a misunderstanding could bring to light?Has my system adapted To instead search around? Gain insight from others To find the place in which my feet should next hi...

The Leaf.

The Leaf | A sketch by Melanie JaneSubscribe now Like water flowing through a river The current it creates paves its right. There will be structures along the way That will divert its path's sight.A dam may block. A pile of pebbles may slow. A boulder may change course. As the water continues to flow.On a day like any other Sunny skies A few clouds. A breeze captures a tree A leaf, now in the air, scurries about.It had always wanted to leave. To find a life of its own. To chase after its...

The Swing.

The Swing | A sketch by Melanie JaneSubscribe now I am on a swing. My legs pump as my body glides through the air. The gentle breeze on my skin, It feels calming. It feels serene. It feels refreshing.I hold on as my torso leans back. The gentle air glides across my skin as I sway to and fro.I open my eyes. I look up. The sky is blue and the clouds are scattered about. They remind me of the simplicity of life. They make me feel warm and cozy inside as I think about their softness and sincere n...

To Dare To Create.

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A Moment of Awe.

The depiction | A sketch by Melanie JaneSubscribe now There is a moment I once experienced. A scene in which I saw. That stands prominent in my memory. At that moment, I was in awe.I recall the scene as precious. Genuine. Serene.It is stored away in my mind As a reminder Of the beauty in the small things.I did not take a photo. I did not even think to touch my phone. I was captivated by the moment That felt to be the purest of them all.I was in the village in which I had been living. In India...

The Spill.

The Spill | A sketch by Melanie JaneSubscribe now When you grasp in hand the canister. When you tip it to an angle For liquid to come out. When you pour it toward an opening A stream is flowing now throughout.Do you intend to fill the subject? For all that is poured to go in. What often comes about? Is your intention carried out?If some dripped along the side If some stumbled to the floor If some splattered toward your being What is your reaction to this course?I pulled the sealed door until ...