A Flip in the Script.

The transition | A sketch by Melanie JaneSubscribe now Another year is over. Another year is done. Another lap stands completed. A revolution around the sun.Inside I feel funky. My mind is slightly stuck. I am feeling raw to the understanding That another year has wrapped up.There are things that I wanted To do and to see. There are things that I wanted To progress within the.How did each day pass so quickly? How did the ending creep up and surprise me?My internal Joey is screaming, "Why God,...

The Zoom Out.

The concept of time | A sketch by Melanie Jane Subscribe now I am on an airplane. Situated in the sky. Sitting at a window seat where my gaze looks out. Out the window.I see the world amongst the clouds. Miles look like millimeters. Mountains like hills. People like penciled-in dotted specs.It is here that the world which, on the ground felt all-consuming, seems instead like a portrait of serenity. Moments, time and the pieces that make it up are simplified. Questioning stands still. Worries ...

Misunderstood.

Subscribe now A feeling that is feared. A feeling that is often quite near. It is avoided like the plague. An action like a child who is cautious of being bad.Its presence like a dagger. A dagger into the depths of the heart. Its presence can make us waver. Instead of closer, We step further apart.Upon the feeling’s onset, Inside our soul can cringe. A wish for means to waver Onset as the feeling deepens.It can feel just like a roadblock Of which we cannot pass.Our cycle now veers backwards A...

A Balancing Force.

Balance | A sketch by Melanie JaneSubscribe nowShimmering.Shining.Reflections from light.I am calm and I am vicious.Through time, day and night.I am grand and peculiar.Long, deep and wide.Sometimes you embrace meSometimes you are shy.I am often seen as mysterious.Tempting, yet unknown.Throughout many momentsVarious characteristics can be shown.To the depth of my being,I provide many things:Comfort.Enjoyment.Shelter.Entertainment.Peace.New life.Satisfaction.Emotional Release.Grounding.Sounds.S...

To Stop and Look Back.

Bodleian Divinity School in Oxford, England | Photo by Melanie JaneSubscribe now From the moment we enter Until the moment we are gone Our life is like a runway It’s journey we are on.Propelled in our movement What is in front our eyes see We are constantly progressing From point A to point B.Are we propelled and pushed onward? Or does our chosen movement lead the way? Perhaps that answer Depends on the day.Our glance gazes forward The natural state of our being When our glance gazes forward ...

Atop The Mountain.

A sketch of the Belledonne mountain range as seen from the city of Grenoble, France | A sketch by Melanie JaneSubscribe now Atop the mountain, I am feeling free.Atop the mountain, I am finding me.Atop the mountain, I can see far.Atop the mountain, The terrain speaks to my heart.

The Helpers.

On our shoulders are the seats in which they took | A sketch by Melanie JaneSubscribe now Red means stop. Green means go.We learn lessons As our time on this Earth flows.The fork is on the left. Knife and spoon are on the right.These are things I understood As my eyes caught a glimpse of the normals in sight.The salt has less While the pepper has more.Are these rules or tendencies Through our societies we explore?Flipped up means it is on While down means off.If these rules were broken Would ...

Burrowed.

My Burrow | A sketch by Melanie JaneSubscribe now Pebble by Pebble. Piece by Piece. What is in front I pick up Then rest back at my feet.It takes not a moment. Not a second in time. But a significant chunk. A substantial moment of life.At the moment I am encompassed. Only this view I can see. What surrounds me is now blurry. Other perspectives are non-existent to me.A trance in the moment. Tunnel vision they say. There seems no ability to pick up And get on with my day.As seconds push onward,...

Moved.

Subscribe now On my back, I lie. Arms out wide, cascading towards their opposite ends as if I were a plane whose wings held me in the sky. My head lies back as my eyes rest within my gently closed lids. I am moved, yet I myself am not moving. That of which lies beneath me holds me to the surface. Air enters into my being as it naturally does in this life. For a moment, I pause my mind to appreciate the way that my body constantly flows life into me through breath. An act that is seemingly ove...

Walking The Walk

Today, I walk this walk.Subscribe now Along the river, I walk. As one foot glides in front of the other, I look up. Beautiful and unique architecture surrounds. Pastel colors - yellows, pinks, oranges and blues. Grey clouds in the sky - it is overcast today. Luckily for me, the snow-capped mountains and blue skies peek through off in the distance. I feel the grounding effect of the nature that surrounds. It brings a sense of peace to my mind. I smell the blooming plants as I continue on my wa...