I Thank thee Earth...

Thank thee Earth...
For the rain...(water)
the feeds our souls and feeds our brains.
That makes us new and washes away.
That nurtures and forages,
the things we need to grow.
this is what it takes to make us whole.

Thank thee Earth...(fire)
For the sun,
The bright rays that let us know a new day is come.
The golden spots that reflect natures beauty,
the kaleidoscope that lives inside us,
warm under the rays of the ethereal sun.

Thank thee Earth...(soil)
For the moss,
the squishy green stuff that keeps us grounded to this place,
the soft bouncy good stuff...
where little bio's live and where cranberries sometimes grow.
This is the blanket of the earth.
Lay in the moss and feel safe.

Thank thee Earth ...(wind)
For the wind,
That fills my lungs and body.
That gives us an undeniable urge to look up...to fly.
That pushes boats home to families waiting.
Whose quick breezes remind us that our loved ones are with us.
For Breath...For Breathing...For Cleansing

I Thank thee Earth...
The Mother,
From which all life flows.
Who sustains and nurtures...all the grows,
and even some that don't.
Whose resources we take advantage of and whose creatures we harm.
The Mother who will hopefully forgive humans someday.

I Thank thee Earth...
The Web of interconnectedness,
That makes me feel like I belong here...
or somewhere.
That gives me strength.
A place where my brothers and sisters are not just humans,
but all living things.

I Thank thee Earth...
For the life she provides me.
For the voice she gives me.
For the beauty that I feel blessed  to see each day.
For allowing me to just...be.

Existence is precious.
Thank thee Earth.

Sossina Jeanette Chirhart October 8 2015

In honor of Earth Charter Week

Authenticity

Mirror Mirror On The Wall,
You reflect a person I do not recall.
I am not that broken girl.
I stand right here and I am tall.
Your Lies they eat away at me,
I wait for night,
I wait for peace.
Morning comes,
I smash the mirror.
For I am here, yes I am here.
I am not defined by a mirror.
Reflections distort our face,
make us hungry,
feel unsafe.

Broken Mirror on the wall,
I am not pieces,
I stand tall.
I am not broken,
I don't need to be mended.
I am perfect,
My own light inside me,
The stars are my token, they are what guides me.

-Sossina J Chirhart October 2015

Dear Wanderer's we are not broken

Dear Wanderer's
for most of today, I have been in quite a pensive state. Fighting the forces of an over thinking mind and constantly trying to remember that nature is what will heal me. Why do I live in a city with barely any forests, that question crossed my mind more than once today. I'm dating this new guy and he is everything I am and also everything I am not and I am trying to wrap my brain around the fact that this endeavor will be an adventure like no other and I..am..terrified that my over thinking mind will eat me alive. I have finally found someone I fit with what is so terrifying about that? Let me tell you...I still feel a little bit like that broken girl who was searching for someone to help her put all the pieces back together. But the best part of me recognizes that I....am....not....broken.

I AM NOT BROKEN I scream to myself in defiance. The missing pieces do not make me broken, they just reflect the beautiful person I became after another person to a chisel to me. I do not need to be fixed and there is nothing wrong with being happy. I don't know why I'd short myself of that now...happiness. I deserve to be happy and take risks and really live because I don't know if I knew that was for a while.

Wanderers, we are not broken. I am not broken. The missing pieces are a reflection of the beautiful people we became after our hardships.

You are not broken..you are beautiful.
Love Always,
SoLoves <3

What satisfies my spirit, satisfies me.

And I forgave you,
not because I had to...
or because I could,
but because my spirit said to let it go.

Advice For The New Year

In 2014 I began to understand the value of my self worth. A short vlog with a big lesson.

I love all of you my wanderers,
until next time.....
-soloves<3

This is a Declaration of Self Love

The last few weeks have been trying...my lovely wanderers. My blogs have been scarce and I...have been at a loss for the words tucked away in my memory. This life that I lead is rarely a bowl of cherries and more days than not, the sun shines softly behind a deeply opaque layer of clouds. These are the words I have been longing to tell you...That this see which is my life had almost managed to drown me...It has been one storm after the next...Beauty...a rarity. But I am she...I am which the lightening and shooting stars make me. And all I can tell you is that anyone that says this...everything, is impossible...is wrong. I sit here in one of my favorite places to write and quietly accept my resolve while listening to: Vivaldi, The Four Seasons:Spring 1, recomposed by Max Richter, introduced to me by Terry Tempest Williams via David Barnhill.

I have resolved to declare my self love. That I Sossina a.k.a soloves<3 truely loves myself. I do not regret a single moment these last couple weeks. I do not regret who I have become because of them.

"Mirror, Mirror...on the wall,
I do not hear your sirens call.
I care not what you think of me...
I am much more than you can see."
-Queenisms

"I care not what you think of me...
I am much more than you can see"
and I love me:
I love the anxiously inscribed words upon my arm that you don't understand.
I love the broken smile I do when my heart hurts and my soul is tired.
I love the sadness I can see in my thoughtful eyes.
I love that my bones sometimes slumped..straighten...to continue holding up this weary body because I am proud and thankful that I have made it this far.

Nothing can break me, no not even you.
I am so in love with the girl who sings quietly in a room full of people she does not know,
who loves without reason or caution,
who dances her heart out everywhere,
who wished on the shooting star that she'd find someone that will treat her right and that her life will become complete someday. I love that she has sought the sanctuary of friends and that she still loves herself because few people come out of a weary battle such as this...as well as she has. My goddess is she beautiful.

"Love, after all, always said more about those who felt it that it did about the ones they loved."
 -Nicholas Sparks

Broken but still beautiful, Alive and not dead. I stretch my arms toward the sky praising the sun that has protected her daughter, the earth that has held her, to water that heals her and the fire that cleanses.

I know that I am full of secrets no one knows. Full of a love that the world struggles to comprehend. Full of a worth more valuable than all the darkness in my world.

And I know I don't have all the answers right now, but I do know that someday I will find them and that won't change how hard things are in this beautiful moment but it will make them better in the long run. This sometimes frozen heart will thaw.

You can't see it now and neither can I but deep in my weary body, I know things will get better, be better and I...will...never...give...up.

This is my declaration of self love<3

I love you all <3
-SoLoves<3

Forgiveness and the Other Guy

Along time ago, my dad gave me some great advice and I'm going to impart that advice to you in this vlog below. Please enjoy.

I Love You All,
soloves <3