Rhythms and Roads Quotes

“And you cannot build a home for your worth inside of another being.”
― Victoria Erickson, Rhythms and Roads

“And sometimes you find yourself back where you started, but stronger and softer all at once.
Swim inside the ocean of tenderness, yet build boundaries on the sand.
An open heart is a paradise to protect.”
― Victoria Erickson, Rhythms and Roads

“Be around those who crave new galaxies in you.
The light through your veins.
Poetic science.
Wider vision.
Gentler strength.
The moon in your chest.
Gravitational pulls.
Possibility everywhere.
Stars in your eyes.
Expanding horizons.
Something wild.
Something fervent.
Something stunning.
Something divine.”
― Victoria Erickson, Rhythms and Roads

“Give yourself a winter night,
long candles, unfamiliar music,
a typewriter, keyboard,
an instrument, or canvas,
to set fire to your mind.
Surrender.
Be with art.
Let the room become a constellation,
trust it and ride.”
― Victoria Erickson, Rhythms and Roads

“To know someone deeply
is to know a universe
contained in skin.”
― Victoria Erickson, Rhythms and Roads

“Air is equal parts
oxygen, daydreams
And possibility.”
― Victoria Erickson, Rhythms and Roads

“How to be weightless: Set fire to the clutter. Infuse boundaries. Allow music to linger long after it’s been felt. Soften. Rip old strings. Find sanctuaries. Touch thresholds. Soak in water. Know your rhythms. Read the words. Become the very poem itself.”
― Victoria Erickson, Rhythms and Roads

“You’ll eventually wonder how things would’ve turned out differently if only you’d written it. Told it. Said it. Did it. Took forward action, wrapped it around you and owned it. Don’t bank on someday. Someday is only and always now. And now.”
― Victoria Erickson, Rhythms and Roads

“Poems are both the doing and undoing. Electric prayers and sonnets. Hope deeper than blood and bone. Wounds you can place your hand on.”
― Victoria Erickson, Rhythms and Roads

“In order to sort out the chaos, complications and confusions, we must come back to the simplest thing we do know. What feels like nourishment? Begin with that.”
― Victoria Erickson, Rhythms and Roads