Body of water

In the month of April 2020, Makhluk Seni kicked off #HomegrownMakhlukSenis with 10 days of prompts, mindfulness activities and goals to help us get through the isolation.


another stream of consciousness to wrap up the first half of 2020, after 6 months of being harassed by my ex, the psychosis and medication and finding footing to what is supposed to be my next phase forward, I really didn't know what to do anymore with myself with the countless resets. This project has helped and working with the team on the prompts, mindfulness videos and putting together the -ebook, it has made 2020 fruitful. I hate staying and being a victim of any of my circumstances, this is how I fight my own battles that I choose to fight.

Day 10 Water you doing?

A final piece to tie the bouquet,⠀

After days of crafting away.⠀

Now that we’re at the end,⠀

Which wounds are left to mend?⠀

⠀

Dear Makhluk Seni,⠀we ask you:⠀

We water our plants to keep them alive,⠀

How do we water ourselves to do the same?


#quarantineinitiative #grassroots

#PACT2020

#NAPoWriMo #NaPoWriMo2020



Let it sit in your memory banks, fireworks never last but the allure will always remain


As the ash and smoke paint the clouds with its scent like the air is cologned with rain


Sometimes memories fade away like a rainbow

Clouds change every day and our thoughts alter with the climate


Rivers follow the course that has been laid for it over decades of flowing, resistance and settling

So does our emotions


Water doesn't change in its structure but it does in its composition 

The need to refresh, filter and switch form allows it to stay clean


Time allows for that reset, effort influences the cleansing our mind and emotions

Seasons cycle through our being but it doesn't change who we are, just the environment.


A river may turn into a lake or the ocean but it is still a body of water in essence.


- Swit Marie

15th June 2020

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Swit Marie is a 'Jacqueline of all trades' who loves wearing plaid
When words fail, she allows movement and emotion to carry her through
A believer in making dreams come true, she would love to collaborate with you
An explorer starting fresh and would only give her best
She stands in the gap and will only call it quits when it's a wrap.

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