so often it’s easy to criticize our bodies instead of elevating and celebrating them. in the past few months I’ve committed to honoring and nurturing my body, cutting out “dieting foods” and eating real meals with real ingredients. allowing myself to eat what I want when I want—not to over indulge or to excess—but to just live. accepting contentment in all aspects of life, including my relationship to my body. . . #poetryjunkies #selfreflection #acceptingthepresent #livingfornow #acceptingcontentment #findingcontentment https://www.instagram.com/p/CBRCrE1F3gb/?igshid=1gafjt3bkaa73

The centerpiece of a small, village courtyard A stone fountain Three concentric teirs Greening with age The steadily trickling of clear, cold water Splashes into a circular pool Draining and collecting Never overflowing, never empty Each drop Heard, seen Only to drown in the pool Forgotten Again and again New drops fall Causing bubbles, ripples Inanimate, yet blissfully alive The sound perpetual Almost monotonous Though unpredictable Continuously unique The running water has no echo The waves are confined to the pool They seek no escape Cycling eternally Some drops released Energized and ejected Bouncing off the stone Fireworks bursting The fountain stands tall Slowly worn From its own water The fountain stands tall Footprints of its long travels Hints of slow melting All visible The fountain stands tall