A.P. Bastian's Blog, page 2

I can’t be sad if I don’t stop

sadness has been standing outside in the cold corner near my heart calling out to me and begging to come in. My heart shoots me a look with eyes filled with pity but right before giving in and opening its doors wide, my brain takes over and make my hands master of any and all … Continue reading I can’t be sad if I don’t stop

be less human and more piñata

You were not born to be perfect. You are here to be magnificent in all your shattered pieces- like a defeated piñata at a children’s party that is celebrated once it’s been broken open your innermost thoughts have the ability to spring forth and bring light, sweetness, and joy to a world that has forgotten … Continue reading be less human and more piñata

poetic purpose

You were not born to stay on the surface. Your words drop hearts in profound depths, at times into dark spaces not all souls dare to explore or befriend. That’s ok. You were not born to be a one-size-fits-all. In your unique way, with honest words and an unfiltered mind, you write for everyone and … Continue reading poetic purpose

existential questions

I have been getting intimate with the voice of my intuition searching what it offers me with open curiosity and interest. I have been trusting that I know more than I think and that no hands could be kinder to me than my own. I have been exploring the never ending Universe inside looking at … Continue reading existential questions

lesson from a rose

as wise as it is beautiful a mystery that undresses slowly beneath an admirer’s gaze blooming in each moment that passes without frivolous concerns of forever seizing the present with purpose and vulnerable strength fierce stems remind me to protect the magic within as soft petals whisper in sweet shades of powdery pink: undress your … Continue reading lesson from a rose

ode to a cutting

fragile green supported and hoisted towards the heavens by a small wooden piece. the image of both resilience and exhaustion life starts to drain out the edges strength wilting towards the earth as if it knows it is final resting ground. If I could see your soul I’m sure it would be kind. little cutting … Continue reading ode to a cutting

declutter high

My body wants to go, go, go and get busy clearing things out of my house, out of my life, my heart beating desperately for a new start as my hands create space for it. I wish I could clean the blemishes of endings off my mind as easy as I do the stains of … Continue reading declutter high

what are your demons called?

Two blankets deep close to the ground Feeling Mother Earth align my spine and whisper on my neck, searching the air for songs and humming creatures so I can greet them and then lay still in hopes they will mistake me for one of their own. Lately the days grow shorter, the sun tires earlier, … Continue reading what are your demons called?

and the best actress award goes to…

life is such a good actress. it surprises me how she can be both so complex and so simple frequently oscillating between the two extremes, at times within the same breath. life is such a strong sorceress she can transmute the mundane into magic and make the magical appear mundane- if we’re not paying attention … Continue reading and the best actress award goes to…

if I could only be a song

I wish I were your song- to not exist and yet be so much to float in the air as you fall in love, to shower with you, to start my days with you, and to end them with you, too; to be in your mind and in your heart to linger on your lips and … Continue reading if I could only be a song