by Bernadette
Prose
The Conch Shell
(A Birthday Gift to Myself)
Late last year, my boss had asked me about my now-defunct Instagram poetry account. And I said that it was a passion project during the pandemic but I had not been able to maintain it anymore once normal life resumed. After saying that came this subliminal pain in my chest. I was sad. There was this longing to do it again–to write, to create. And there was a feeling that I had somehow lost or buried a part of me. That I had abandoned myself. That a small piece of my heart had been chipped away by stopping something that I love doing. And my heart yearns.
about this space
Purpose
Creation is my prayer, writing is my medicine—for myself and others. This is a space for me to express moments of inspiration, unfold emotions with words, and share lessons gifted by the Universe. This is a place where I commune and co-create with Spirit and give as I receive—a dance, a healing process and, more importantly, an avenue for joy in the creative process. ❤︎
