Jilly Amann
Bio
Words flow as energy, from my being to yours. May inspiration breathe through us all
Stories (6/0)
Life is Like a Treadmill, You Never Know What You’re Gonna Get
You know those times in life when there is just way too much going on and you begin to question if you’re able to handle anything at all? I don’t mean externally; too many people to see, too many things to do. I mean internally; too many emotions to process, too much weight on your body coming from somewhere you can’t see or pinpoint directly, if even at all. Those moments when you find yourself gasping for air or praying for something to give. For just an inch of space to open so that you might be able to breathe, to steady yourself and get a grip on things.
By Jilly Amann2 years ago in Psyche
The Fruits of Freedom
“Your father loved you, Alice. He truly did. Don’t you understand that?” My mother exclaimed, rather suddenly and with a hint of frustration. I never understood why she continued to try to mend the wreckage of his life that he left behind for us to clean up. Hadn’t she had enough? Shouldn’t she be celebrating? Her face reflected a twinge of madness within, her eyes wide like an owl watching the horrors of the forest at night. Her hair was almost as frayed at the ends as her spirit was, leaving me with an uneasy feeling of pity within my stomach. I promised myself that I wouldn’t empathize with her or argue over this. Not today. However, for my younger sister Adele’s sake, I pushed back.
By Jilly Amann3 years ago in Fiction
Things That Heal Me
Music. It heals, it nurtures, it guides, it soothes. It does more than serve as entertainment or art. Music is where human creation meet spiritual cleansing, where our 4 bodies merge as one, in tempo with a multi-dimensional flow. It doesn’t matter whether you are dancing, listening, singing, making or feeling it, music has a vibration that changes the way our energy moves and exists. It swings and dips, expands and pulsates moving energy around, releasing it, or even super charging it. Music is energy in one of its most observable and human/spirit integrative forms, for our mind, our body, our energy, and our emotional body.
By Jilly Amann3 years ago in Beat
The Lake
It was a gloom-soaked Sunday morning. The lake was topped with an almost eerie fog, dancing along the edge of the surface like a moaning spirit in anguish. This particular morning there were no golden rays rising above the granite cliffs, greeting her as she stole a sip from her impossibly hot cup of peppermint tea. There were only shades of grey before her and she felt the dullness deep within her bones, almost as if the atmosphere was mocking her dreadful internal state. Would today be the day that she veered from her medicinal routine of lounging, sulking, and staring out at the water with anger and bewilderment at what her life had become? Probably not.
By Jilly Amann3 years ago in Fiction
A Rush of Blood to the Head
I have spent my entire life up to my 25th year missing the point. I have spent exactly 9,125 days treating myself as the little girl who knows less than the majority of the world around her. I have remained innocent, quiet, subscribed, controlled, and told how to be by every single human who crossed paths with me. Whether they meant well, told themselves they did, or sought me out for selfish desires, everyone has tried to teach me or shape me in some way. I am tempted to take the stance of the victim and feel as though everyone but me was aware of this dynamic, feeding into it, attempting to manipulate or control it. I would be doing an incredible injustice to myself if I allowed that victim-oriented belief to simmer inside my brain for another moment.
By Jilly Amann3 years ago in Motivation