Joyful Ruins

Discovering joy in the hard places

Like Water

This is one that started as thoughts and morphed into a poem:

Why do I feel like I keep losing who I am?

Perhaps I’ve had one unshakeable idea of me and when I stray from that

I feel sad and lost

But isn’t what and who I am fluid?

Like water running through the earth

carving out different paths

over time

Sometimes slow

and vast

Other times

quick and small

Gentle or powerful

Frozen or swift

Blue or brown

Supporting life

or sleeping

but ALWAYS

still

Water

Changing and moving

always becoming naturally

Isn’t that true of me too?

That I carve out paths

and vary in different

seasons

places

ways

And yet

I am always me

and like I wouldn’t confine water

to just a puddle

I don’t need to confine myself

to one version of me

long past

I can become

what I need to

and I am always me

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I see the world through stories and insights. I have always been a sensitive soul, especially towards nature, people, art, and faith. I spend a lot of time reflecting and finding treasures wherever I can. The two values I live by are beauty and celebration. I hope my blog communicates those two things, seeing beauty where beauty is not often seen and celebrating every aspect of life, the hard and the easy.

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An obsessive journaler who loves meeting others along their journey and giving them a hand to hold through pieces of writing. I write about the heartbreaks of life and the joys, the ups and downs, and I often learn my greatest lessons and miracles from nature.

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