Mental Health
Piers to Infinity
I found this photo in my archives. This photo was taken 2014 in Fulton, Texas. Living there was a duality of inequality. The photo was taken with my Canon Rebel. Politics is very dark in Texas. I only found light at the ocean with the birds and photography. As an empath this was my favorite spot to meditate, breathe, and sigh about how beautiful this scenario was that day I took the photo. I am away from their politics but the ugliness of oil pollution on the beaches on Corpus Christie was devastating. Why do people value the dollar more than beauty? I remember the day I shot this photo. Peace, love, and understanding are important but today's environment is nasty towards truth and beauty. I choose the light. This Cali girl will not leave California.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 3 months ago in Poets
Malibu, 1992
Intro In 1992, Malibu held a kind of light that felt endless. Restoring this old photo opened a doorway back to the woman I was then barefoot, sun warmed, and standing at a shoreline that shaped me. The ocean, the sky, the ease of that day all came rushing back. This poem is a return to that moment, to the version of me the Pacific held, and to the infinity that still lives in the tide.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 3 months ago in Poets
Pelicans of the Bay
These photos were taken on the Gulf in South Texas back in 2014, when I lived there and walked the bay every day. The pelicans were my buddies, at least that’s how it felt. They let me get closer, closer than most people ever do, and they always seemed to be posing, guiding, or quietly talking in their own salty air language.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 3 months ago in Poets
Discipline Wears a Quiet Suit
Start writing...There is a particular kind of elegance attached to disciplined people. Not the polished elegance sold in magazines or displayed beneath expensive chandeliers, but something quieter. Something far more difficult to imitate. You notice it in the way they carry themselves. Measured. Calm. Unhurried. While the world races to announce every ambition, every small victory, every temporary emotion, they remain composed — like old money hidden behind plain walls. Because truly disciplined people understand something modern society has forgotten: Noise and progress are not the same thing. The loudest people in the room are rarely the strongest. The busiest schedules often produce the emptiest lives. And the people constantly demanding attention usually have very little substance beneath the performance. Discipline has never needed an audience. It wakes before sunrise without posting about it. It studies when nobody is watching. It continues long after motivation disappears. Most people misunderstand discipline because they think it is built from intensity. It is not. Intensity burns quickly. Discipline burns slowly.
By Keli Chris3 months ago in Poets
