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Faces

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Faces

 

‘I love its vulnerability, it’s impossibly human position. I love how it reaches out, willingly or not, sucks the breath out of your lungs and pulls you in…’

 

By N.A.Martin

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I adore faces

All of them

They carry on their surface, the angles, shapes and colours that collectively unify to create an outward appearance

Their story

Their unique, impossibly raw and beautiful story

Faces cannot lie

Can you see who they truly are when they meet your eyes?

Can you see their powerful individualism that is their reality?

I love a happy face

One that has warmth and sunshine pinned to its smile. One that smothers you with its bright yellow rays and wraps itself around your every breathing cell

Every happy face, is a beautiful face

I love a sad face

I love its vulnerability, it’s impossibly human position. I love how it reaches out, willingly or not, sucks the breath out of your lungs and pulls you in

Every sad face, is a beautiful face

Perhaps one of our failings as a human race is our perception of beauty

Our perception that character, and the insuppressible beauty of uniqueness is imperfection

I find, that overwhelmingly, the most alluring quality in a face is its powerful mystique

It’s honesty, it’s invisible reflection of the soul, it’s unquantifiable energy, it’s stunning uniqueness, it’s story

To me, the character in a face is the epitome of human perfection

Beauty beyond definition, for it cannot be measured

Faces blooming with emotion, life and character have endless depth and come with infinite interpretations and possibilities, unlike the finite form of perceived physical beauty

In the words of Amy Bloom-

“You are imperfect, permanently and inevitably flawed.

And you are beautiful.”

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Freedom is

 

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~N.A.Martin
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limiting thought to only one road
 the wind in the treetops and nothing else
a rose petal in perfect pink, balancing on a broken stem
being in love with the scar on her face
a veggie garden with fresh earth and new sprouts
a unicorn cloud dancing in the sky
 moving forward
clearing the gutter of autumn leaves, so that the rain may flow
a heavy breath that floats away
laughter, hopscotch, marbles, undone shoelaces, grazed knees- and not a care in the world
sketching stick-figure people
observing the ladybird scurry to her den with joyous intensity
having the courage to live outside of ones mind and throw away the key
opening one’s heart to the troubled soul

excitement for the now

being able to say -“I love you”
indifference when you lose the game
a happy heart for the smiling victor
forgiveness despite their hatred

a dog’s heart

accepting honey, when you are jam
bidding fear farewell to make room for possibility

self love

❤️Heart Story-N.A.Martin

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Lost time

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CIRCLES

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LOST TIME

‘Grab the minutes with your arms like floating bubbles from a fairy wand…before they disappear into nothingness’

look

look quickly

over there

it’s bubbles of floating magic

like music in the sky

can you see?

focus

if you blink 

they’ll be butterfly wings

or a new ray of light

go on

catch them 

in your hands

and absorb their wonder 

before they float into the past

and disappear forever 

like the minutes in my day

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Heart Story-N.A.Martin

What other than bubbles has the ability to transform me?

The breathtaking warmth of the sun

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ANXIETY

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ANXIETY

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‘Three, six, nine, twelve, fifteen.’

This is the magic chant he uses to distract himself

but his heart still pounds like an abused drum kit in a backyard shed, he is certain it weighs more than a few minutes ago

Breathless lungs immediately respond and inflate themselves to burst pressure

‘Empty space, think empty space… no, better still, don’t think…’

‘Three, six, nine, twelve, fifteen’

The slippery cogs of his mind roll forward with ease once again

but he slams on the brakes

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang

‘Three, six, nine, twelve, fifteen’

His mind throws another punch and promptly needles his heart with a hit of fresh adrenaline

‘Where did that come from?’

ANXIETY

Beads of sweat appear on his brow, his eyes are unfocused and distant in an attempt to hide the angst that overwhelms him in this moment

‘Three, six, nine, twelve, fifteen’

He is in fast forward

‘aha, aha, aha, aha, aha, aha’

but he has the brakes on

so he appears to be normal

“Hi Bob, how are you today?” they ask

“Great thanks, you?”

but moving forward with the brakes on, equals exhaustion

and moving forward with the brakes off, equals mania

and he knows now, oh he knows, there is nothing in between

‘Three, six, nine, twelve, fifteen’

He knows, to some, he appears normal

He knows, to others, he resembles a very busy person

and he knows, that to the ones that know, he looks like someone whose mind is in fast forward, but with the brakes on

To himself, he looks like a little worm in a little hole, who is frightened of the sunlight

‘Three, six, nine, twelve, fifteen’

“Hi Bob, how are you today?”

“Great thanks, you?”

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👓Heart Story-N.A.Martin

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Secrets of a 99 year old

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 I met a man last week who was nothing short of divine.

I met him at work, whilst running around engaging in the usual nurse-patient activities.

His mere presence had drawn quite the crowd. He was ‘One of those people’.

Health care workers gathered around and were a bundle of smiles and laughter as they interacted with this gentleman.

I proceeded to poke my sticky beak into the action, keenly interested.

A wardsman, clearly touched,  encouraged me to come and meet this character, with childlike excitement.

The ‘happy vibe’ in the air was palpable.

 ‘A rare opportunity’ -I thought

I had to ask him the question.

He was ever so neatly presented. His hair was trim, with a spectacularly manicured moustache to match.

Long brown trousers and a gold buckled belt hung loosely to cover a pristine pair of beige socks.

His collared shirt, snugly tucked in, appeared comfortable on his torso.

The smile he was wearing was warmer than a thousand suns, and his cheeky laugh, grippingly infectious.

He seemed perplexed with all the attention, but lapped it up with angelic humility. Effortlessly, he had the whole room eating out of his hands.

I was desperate to find the opportunity to talk with him.

As we assisted his transfer from the X-Ray table to his bed, he chuckled with delight, as if flying on his favourite theme park ride, honest exhilaration flooding his face.

His laughter was quickly echoed by all in the room, his demeanour intoxicatingly magnetic.

Suddenly, stillness replaced the recent vigour.

An opportunity?

With conviction, I jumped in and whispered,

“Would you mind letting me in on your secret?”

He smiled at me and reached for my hand, his eyes attentive and keen to listen.

“What is the secret to living to the ripe old age of 99?”

His facial expression was kind and gentle. His words, carried with them, decades of wisdom.

“The secret, my dear girl, is to always remain calm inside, and love everybody”

My response?

“Oh. Well that counts me out, I’ll probably be dead by Friday”

He laughed and laughed and laughed, and then suddenly turned serious for a short moment.

“I really mean it…No matter WHAT happens- always stay calm inside and love everybody and everything”

I felt my heart yearning for more of this golden soul, but like a ghostly spirit tickling my skin as I sleep, his presence was fleeting.

and so I say Thank You, to the man with no name-a diamond in my day.

💚Heart Story-N.A.Martin

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Bittersweet

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I can taste the bitter but not the sweet as the alarm clock shouts at me to get up.

You have to be joking.

It’s 0515 again.

The question of WHY pops into the forefront of my mind.

It’s too early for questions, but my brain is determined to slam me into checkmate. The stubborn me however, fights back and refuses to relent.

I still have some moves up my sleeve.

Something inside me, I don’t know what, always has to have the last say. Sometimes I wish that SOMETHING would keep quiet, and allow me to relax, but that annoying little voice is sacrosanct.

It’s because of IT, that I get up and walk out the door, swimming kit in hand.

Eyes straining and stuck together, the drive to the pool is slow.

The stars are still awake and the crescent moon beams it’s grin, seemingly quite happy to be greeting me at this hour.

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The chill in the air stings my bare feet, and solidifies the frown on my face. Yikes, an army of goosebumps stand to attention on the surface of my skin, proudly announcing their presence.

My reaction?

My foot deepens it’s relationship with the accelerator.

‘Why’ pops into view again, and my inner voice quickly squashes it with the tunes on the radio; an old man drowning in intellect and steadfast opinions, babbling on about the economic situation in China in monotone waves…I mean, where do you find these people?

I hobble over the cold, rocky gravel my tactile feet once cosy and relaxed from slumber, now crisped and energised as they juggle the rough, cold, earth below.

I pick up the pace in aim of expediting the whole process.

The quicker I’m in, the quicker I’m out.

The water is cool at first, a bit of a whinge, a little song and dance, a few laps, and I quickly adjust, it feels neutral on my skin now.

Familiarity strikes as I re-acquaint myself with the blue and the black.

The blue water, and the seemingly infinite black line.

My body is heavy.

My form of a few months ago, all but gone, but I know, discipline will regain it.

Pushing outside of comfort, cursing the darkness, resenting the alarm clock, facing the constant urge to give up, and enduring the battle between two very different states of mind- negativity, and drive, is all part of the Journey toward achievement.

This morning, it was all about finding the strength to endure the bitter, in order to taste the sweet.

💙Heart Story-N.A.Martin