Elegant Existentialist: Thoughts from a Therapist

Reflections of, the Shining Sun Sparkling diamonds Glisten over the sea Speaking to all, “Come back to me.” It pulls, it carries It rises and falls, Swelling  Like our hearts It always calls. Holding our secrets, Our memories made, Teen dream summers Along the ocean cascade. Beating with our hearts It always calls. Lifting the soul From the Earthly ground Surrounds us  we’re found. It holds our history Inhabits great mystery As it mirrors  the infinite quality of the cosmos. Written by Raquel Morris July 20, 2016

Jellyfish  What will life be when we cease to exist? Will jellyfish still swim through deep blue seas?  Will crickets still chirp their sweet songs in the night? Will there be anyone to marvel at the wonder of a star-filled sky pondering our part in the cosmos it’s more minuscule than we imagine men have such grandiose egos a self righteous view they’ve been possessive  since they were little boys smashing everything beautiful they could find in their tight, salty palm for others to marvel at their game of, Who Has the Most until there’s nothing left. What will life be as we cease to exist? 

Saint Junipero Serra Sometimes the darkness looms tall and too dark to see what’s in front of you is unknown the night is enveloped  with dread and anticipation about what you feel coming yet you must hold faith that you will not fall, instead you will be held you must keep looking up  to float above it all like the clouds lifted and in motion in constant dance with the cosmos just take a deep breath inhaling the fresh air of dusk in a time of Pandemic. 

Thirty-Five You would be Thirty-five I’m wishing  you were still alive Celebrating  that we have arrived A seat at the table and we survived Generations of Oppression and Genocide Taught it’s safest to stay quiet and hide  Never have too much pride keep everything inside But we could taste the poison of unspoken truths Truth is, you showed me how to speak Out to a crowd and against the man All the while, staying hand in hand Overcoming all obstacles Stronger together, we continued to stand.  You would be Thirty five Now I stand alone but our souls have grown Friends for so long, life’s needle has sewn our beings together I know I’m never on my own I can still feel your hand Holding me high Guiding my way As I reach to the sky No longer afraid Because you taught me to fly Now flying with me Invisible  Cloud like wings  You would be Thirty-Five 

Wawona By Raquel Morris The ancient forests call to me Mother earth sings, “Let me heal your soul.”  Find solace from mankind with all his noise and foolery His power always fleeting Just a flurry of madness Don’t get caught in his storm Stand tall with stillness like the trees. Take each step with presence and ease. Listen for the gentle breeze providing guidance that sees what’s to come. Even fires  can’t kill the forest’s power it spawns regrowth and serves as a reminder that this land is sacred. The black trees juxtaposed on the snow-white earth showing us  the death in our ways to be blinded by greed to ignore the cries of our Mother Earth We’re marching to our death As the trees stand tall. 

Winter Solstice By Raquel Morris The darkness arrives early Allowing us to see that which doesn’t reveal itself during the day that which doesn’t shine but burrows into our body and soul known but unbeknownst until we close our eyes to look within. Then we feel it tugging at us like a small, lost child afraid to speak amidst all the commotion but we found it.  Curled in a ball under the blankets a heavy heart sinking instead of beating filling with grief and pain friends who have passed, only the diminishing past exists. My heart holds the weight of the world,  client stories of trauma,  hearing cries of children be hurt, billions of animals  being burned this world can be so cruel. There’s a pillage  of the Earth. To go on everyday it takes calcification to continue on despite it all  but it hardens turning the softest  flesh  to rock. On this day of...