Joyful Ruins

Discovering joy in the hard places

More than Words

Where is the poet?

Crowded out by noise

and action

She sees but can’t fully feel

There isn’t space

She hears but can’t fully listen

There isn’t time

She needs these:

Space

Tine

Feeling

It is where her seeds are watered

and begin to blossom

It is where the darkest night inside her

becomes speckled with star light

She needs poetry

more than words

rhymes

more than literature

It is her essence

her breath

A way of being

seeing

A divine presence

magnifying the small miracles

and metabolizing the big feelings

It is beyond a hobby

It is the safety net

and home

she needs

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Jessica P. Mills

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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