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August 31, 2017

When the wind stops you can really start to feel the breeze again. Tiny hairs in constant motion have begun to lose directionality. At times I’ve let the same force take over me. I feel tiny like those hairs; you can sweep me with one look. A nice one gives me warm hop...

July 31, 2017

Today I met a girl named Chasity. We were arranged together by some faulty association. The people I work for organize this sort of thing- I'm supposed to be helpful. 

Morningside was an interesting location; it's where Chasity and I met up. The streets were w...

July 16, 2017

I wish I could convince myself the way a charmer does his snake. Although I never truly understood the truth to who was being fooled, it's majestic. Could it be the snake locked inside a wicker cage, or the crowd of people flocking to a street corner? --Both appear so...

July 10, 2017

An aural sense subdues me..
Chiming in with monotonous beats that hypnotize my thoughts, and lead me far beyond reality.
I'm not here. 
I'm not there.
I've got this familiar feeling, it's happened once before, but still I listen.
We wait together as the chemical reacti...

July 3, 2017

In our practice, we must learn to surrender. Though with adaptability we must not bend too far.  I find this a challenge these days; we manipulate ourselves by the neck of a twisted perception. We create filters for what they'd like to see, with no portrayal of actuali...

June 26, 2017

I raised myself; a mountain I would be. Poised firmly, always standing tall, though my mind prefers to drift:


Our Earth has been forced to death, by the hand of mankind. The disregard we have for the world around us is now knocking at our doorstep. There's no hope. So...

June 12, 2017

She glares through the night and her whispers begin to drift...

When you sleep I miss you

When you're gone I miss you

Again she whispers...

Realizing her defeat, her exhaustion

Strange to see how long my soul's been searching

But now I've met my match

Although it's good, alth...

June 5, 2017

It’s that time of day again


While the clock ticks away like an ill fated metronome, callus ions coil

within my head


Their electrical impulses are stagnant...An energy now dulled by the system


My brain, so convoluted and gray, beats to the most truncated of tempos...

1...

May 29, 2017

Does my conscious mind deceive me? Am I awake or still dreaming?

My thoughts are clouded, and so desperately muddled with lust and inspiration.

Give me your open mind, and feel me sprawled out upon thee.

I clench the Earth beneath me.

My hands stream like a team of curious...

May 22, 2017

Tinted eyes tell all

Hidden under hair, we sit

floating in our magical assumption

collectively fathom the unfathomable

Imagine what’s not there

We could be

A constellation of nonexistent light

She does not diddle, she keeps

coasting the colloquialism of the stars

Empty conversa...

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