The world stopped, and so did that section of my soul that has to throw itself into written words. The writing. The poems. The scribbles in the notebook. (Ok, a few words written at the screen in panic/devastation/frustration. So much …
Author: Chelsea Nelson
Lockdown
I can’t write it. The lockdown of life. But, that seems unimportant compared to the taking. Knees on necks. Shotguns to abdomens. Teargas and crispen orange blazes– a clear quarantine that’s been lived in your street and communities and homes …
the dark parts
The rusty blood crust that waits in the corners. It’s always been there. Now with a sidecar of brave. You’re hunted on the street like an animal the same animal you came from. Different skin. There was …
I replaced dry January with plant-based January: Here’s what I learned
2020 is a big deal for me. A new decade. A huge birthday in a few weeks. A lot of intentions and things to work on. I even started therapy a few months ahead of the new year to get …
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Decades
I can’t quantify a year. Or ten. I can’t look back and say …this moment was best. Because every second that my feet find their way to the cold hardwood floor each morning is a second I want to breathe …
Cheers to October 1
A little over a year ago I did a thing that truly changed me. I bought a ticket to the Brave Magic writing workshop in the Redwoods of Santa Cruz where I got to learn from two of my writing …
An ode to oatmeal
The purple bowl with the dopey-eyed lama flies through the air, landing face-down on the hardwood, oatmeal exploding from all sides like an eruption of sticky silt landing heavy in a circumference of at least twelve feet from the epicenter. …
Intergalactic
The stars spin around her room, like we are underwater, in a fishbowl in a house in a life of coming and going. The rain has started and the mornings are so dark, stars bleed into the hallway, on the …
Not your typical back-to-school post
I started journaling. (I hate this term because it reminds me of being told in Sunday School growing up that we should “journal”. In practice, I really believe it to be an important tool, but I want to call it …
Summer Solstice—setting intentions
Make a wish over a flame. Bring home fresh herbs like basil and lavender. Spend some money on fresh cut flowers like jasmine (sensuality), rose (love), and gardenias (peace). Take the shortest night of the year to stay up all …
Truth Telling
I wrote this two weeks ago: Not very often in my life do I feel so overwhelmed or stretched thin that I feel close to breaking. In fact, my breaking point is so incredibly hard to get to, I sometimes …
Unknown person
Afterwards, I am a subtraction. On the periphery. Exterior. Pinched into thin concaving bows of salty smoke. I inhale, and blow out. Ballooned contouring at a distance. Alone, I am here. I can’t remember if it was by choice. …
