What we are capable of usually gets discovered.

When, while the lovely valley teems with vapor around me, and the meridian sun strikes the upper surface of the impenetrable foliage of my trees, and but a few stray gleams steal into the inner sanctuary, I throw myself down among the tall grass by the trickling stream; and, as I lie close to the earth, a thousand unknown plants are noticed by me: when I hear the buzz of the little world among the stalks, and grow familiar with the countless indescribable forms of the insects and flies, then I feel the presence of the Almighty, who formed us in his own image, and the breath of that universal love which bears and sustains us, as it floats around us in an eternity of bliss; and then, my friend, when darkness overspreads my eyes, and heaven and earth seem to dwell in my soul and absorb its power, like the form of a beloved mistress, then I often think with longing, Oh, would I could describe these conceptions, could impress upon paper all that is living so full and warm within me, that it might be the mirror of my soul, as my soul is the mirror of the infinite God!

O my friend — but it is too much for my strength — I sink under the weight of the splendor of these visions! A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart. I am alone, and feel the charm of existence in this spot, which was created for the bliss of souls like mine.

I am so happy, my dear friend, so absorbed in the exquisite sense of mere tranquil existence, that I neglect my talents. I should be incapable of drawing a single stroke at the present moment; and yet I feel that I never was a greater artist than now.

When, while the lovely valley teems with vapor around me, and the meridian sun strikes the upper surface of the impenetrable foliage of my trees, and but a few stray gleams steal into the inner sanctuary, I throw myself down among the tall grass by the trickling stream; and, as I lie close to the earth, a thousand unknown plants are noticed by me: when I hear the buzz of the little world among the stalks, and grow familiar with the countless indescribable forms of the insects and flies, then I feel the presence of the Almighty, who formed us in his own image, and the breath of that universal love which bears and sustains us, as it floats around us in an eternity of bliss; and then, my friend, when darkness overspreads my eyes, and heaven and earth seem to dwell in my soul and absorb its power, like the form of a beloved mistress, then I often think with longing, Oh, would I could describe these conceptions, could impress upon paper all that is living so full and warm within me.

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What we are capable of usually gets discovered.

When, while the lovely valley teems with vapor around me, and the meridian sun strikes the upper surface of the impenetrable foliage of my trees, and but a few stray gleams steal into the inner sanctuary, I throw myself down among the tall grass by the trickling stream; and, as I lie close to the earth, a thousand unknown plants are noticed by me: when I hear the buzz of the little world among the stalks, and grow familiar with the countless indescribable forms of the insects and flies, then I feel the presence of the Almighty, who formed us in his own image, and the breath of that universal love which bears and sustains us, as it floats around us in an eternity of bliss; and then, my friend, when darkness overspreads my eyes, and heaven and earth seem to dwell in my soul and absorb its power, like the form of a beloved mistress, then I often think with longing, Oh, would I could describe these conceptions, could impress upon paper all that is living so full and warm within me, that it might be the mirror of my soul, as my soul is the mirror of the infinite God!

O my friend — but it is too much for my strength — I sink under the weight of the splendor of these visions! A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart. I am alone, and feel the charm of existence in this spot, which was created for the bliss of souls like mine.

I am so happy, my dear friend, so absorbed in the exquisite sense of mere tranquil existence, that I neglect my talents. I should be incapable of drawing a single stroke at the present moment; and yet I feel that I never was a greater artist than now.

When, while the lovely valley teems with vapor around me, and the meridian sun strikes the upper surface of the impenetrable foliage of my trees, and but a few stray gleams steal into the inner sanctuary, I throw myself down among the tall grass by the trickling stream; and, as I lie close to the earth, a thousand unknown plants are noticed by me: when I hear the buzz of the little world among the stalks, and grow familiar with the countless indescribable forms of the insects and flies, then I feel the presence of the Almighty, who formed us in his own image, and the breath of that universal love which bears and sustains us, as it floats around us in an eternity of bliss; and then, my friend, when darkness overspreads my eyes, and heaven and earth seem to dwell in my soul and absorb its power, like the form of a beloved mistress, then I often think with longing, Oh, would I could describe these conceptions, could impress upon paper all that is living so full and warm within me.

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What we are capable of usually gets discovered.

When, while the lovely valley teems with vapor around me, and the meridian sun strikes the upper surface of the impenetrable foliage of my trees, and but a few stray gleams steal into the inner sanctuary, I throw myself down among the tall grass by the trickling stream; and, as I lie close to the earth, a thousand unknown plants are noticed by me: when I hear the buzz of the little world among the stalks, and grow familiar with the countless indescribable forms of the insects and flies, then I feel the presence of the Almighty, who formed us in his own image, and the breath of that universal love which bears and sustains us, as it floats around us in an eternity of bliss; and then, my friend, when darkness overspreads my eyes, and heaven and earth seem to dwell in my soul and absorb its power, like the form of a beloved mistress, then I often think with longing, Oh, would I could describe these conceptions, could impress upon paper all that is living so full and warm within me, that it might be the mirror of my soul, as my soul is the mirror of the infinite God!

O my friend — but it is too much for my strength — I sink under the weight of the splendor of these visions! A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart. I am alone, and feel the charm of existence in this spot, which was created for the bliss of souls like mine.

I am so happy, my dear friend, so absorbed in the exquisite sense of mere tranquil existence, that I neglect my talents. I should be incapable of drawing a single stroke at the present moment; and yet I feel that I never was a greater artist than now.

When, while the lovely valley teems with vapor around me, and the meridian sun strikes the upper surface of the impenetrable foliage of my trees, and but a few stray gleams steal into the inner sanctuary, I throw myself down among the tall grass by the trickling stream; and, as I lie close to the earth, a thousand unknown plants are noticed by me: when I hear the buzz of the little world among the stalks, and grow familiar with the countless indescribable forms of the insects and flies, then I feel the presence of the Almighty, who formed us in his own image, and the breath of that universal love which bears and sustains us, as it floats around us in an eternity of bliss; and then, my friend, when darkness overspreads my eyes, and heaven and earth seem to dwell in my soul and absorb its power, like the form of a beloved mistress, then I often think with longing, Oh, would I could describe these conceptions, could impress upon paper all that is living so full and warm within me.

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What we are capable of usually gets discovered.

When, while the lovely valley teems with vapor around me, and the meridian sun strikes the upper surface of the impenetrable foliage of my trees, and but a few stray gleams steal into the inner sanctuary, I throw myself down among the tall grass by the trickling stream; and, as I lie close to the earth, a thousand unknown plants are noticed by me: when I hear the buzz of the little world among the stalks, and grow familiar with the countless indescribable forms of the insects and flies, then I feel the presence of the Almighty, who formed us in his own image, and the breath of that universal love which bears and sustains us, as it floats around us in an eternity of bliss; and then, my friend, when darkness overspreads my eyes, and heaven and earth seem to dwell in my soul and absorb its power, like the form of a beloved mistress, then I often think with longing, Oh, would I could describe these conceptions, could impress upon paper all that is living so full and warm within me, that it might be the mirror of my soul, as my soul is the mirror of the infinite God!

O my friend — but it is too much for my strength — I sink under the weight of the splendor of these visions! A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart. I am alone, and feel the charm of existence in this spot, which was created for the bliss of souls like mine.

I am so happy, my dear friend, so absorbed in the exquisite sense of mere tranquil existence, that I neglect my talents. I should be incapable of drawing a single stroke at the present moment; and yet I feel that I never was a greater artist than now.

When, while the lovely valley teems with vapor around me, and the meridian sun strikes the upper surface of the impenetrable foliage of my trees, and but a few stray gleams steal into the inner sanctuary, I throw myself down among the tall grass by the trickling stream; and, as I lie close to the earth, a thousand unknown plants are noticed by me: when I hear the buzz of the little world among the stalks, and grow familiar with the countless indescribable forms of the insects and flies, then I feel the presence of the Almighty, who formed us in his own image, and the breath of that universal love which bears and sustains us, as it floats around us in an eternity of bliss; and then, my friend, when darkness overspreads my eyes, and heaven and earth seem to dwell in my soul and absorb its power, like the form of a beloved mistress, then I often think with longing, Oh, would I could describe these conceptions, could impress upon paper all that is living so full and warm within me.

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What we are capable of usually gets discovered.

When, while the lovely valley teems with vapor around me, and the meridian sun strikes the upper surface of the impenetrable foliage of my trees, and but a few stray gleams steal into the inner sanctuary, I throw myself down among the tall grass by the trickling stream; and, as I lie close to the earth, a thousand unknown plants are noticed by me: when I hear the buzz of the little world among the stalks, and grow familiar with the countless indescribable forms of the insects and flies, then I feel the presence of the Almighty, who formed us in his own image, and the breath of that universal love which bears and sustains us, as it floats around us in an eternity of bliss; and then, my friend, when darkness overspreads my eyes, and heaven and earth seem to dwell in my soul and absorb its power, like the form of a beloved mistress, then I often think with longing, Oh, would I could describe these conceptions, could impress upon paper all that is living so full and warm within me, that it might be the mirror of my soul, as my soul is the mirror of the infinite God!

O my friend — but it is too much for my strength — I sink under the weight of the splendor of these visions! A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart. I am alone, and feel the charm of existence in this spot, which was created for the bliss of souls like mine.

I am so happy, my dear friend, so absorbed in the exquisite sense of mere tranquil existence, that I neglect my talents. I should be incapable of drawing a single stroke at the present moment; and yet I feel that I never was a greater artist than now.

When, while the lovely valley teems with vapor around me, and the meridian sun strikes the upper surface of the impenetrable foliage of my trees, and but a few stray gleams steal into the inner sanctuary, I throw myself down among the tall grass by the trickling stream; and, as I lie close to the earth, a thousand unknown plants are noticed by me: when I hear the buzz of the little world among the stalks, and grow familiar with the countless indescribable forms of the insects and flies, then I feel the presence of the Almighty, who formed us in his own image, and the breath of that universal love which bears and sustains us, as it floats around us in an eternity of bliss; and then, my friend, when darkness overspreads my eyes, and heaven and earth seem to dwell in my soul and absorb its power, like the form of a beloved mistress, then I often think with longing, Oh, would I could describe these conceptions, could impress upon paper all that is living so full and warm within me.

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What we are capable of usually gets discovered.

When, while the lovely valley teems with vapor around me, and the meridian sun strikes the upper surface of the impenetrable foliage of my trees, and but a few stray gleams steal into the inner sanctuary, I throw myself down among the tall grass by the trickling stream; and, as I lie close to the earth, a thousand unknown plants are noticed by me: when I hear the buzz of the little world among the stalks, and grow familiar with the countless indescribable forms of the insects and flies, then I feel the presence of the Almighty, who formed us in his own image, and the breath of that universal love which bears and sustains us, as it floats around us in an eternity of bliss; and then, my friend, when darkness overspreads my eyes, and heaven and earth seem to dwell in my soul and absorb its power, like the form of a beloved mistress, then I often think with longing, Oh, would I could describe these conceptions, could impress upon paper all that is living so full and warm within me, that it might be the mirror of my soul, as my soul is the mirror of the infinite God!

O my friend — but it is too much for my strength — I sink under the weight of the splendor of these visions! A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart. I am alone, and feel the charm of existence in this spot, which was created for the bliss of souls like mine.

I am so happy, my dear friend, so absorbed in the exquisite sense of mere tranquil existence, that I neglect my talents. I should be incapable of drawing a single stroke at the present moment; and yet I feel that I never was a greater artist than now.

When, while the lovely valley teems with vapor around me, and the meridian sun strikes the upper surface of the impenetrable foliage of my trees, and but a few stray gleams steal into the inner sanctuary, I throw myself down among the tall grass by the trickling stream; and, as I lie close to the earth, a thousand unknown plants are noticed by me: when I hear the buzz of the little world among the stalks, and grow familiar with the countless indescribable forms of the insects and flies, then I feel the presence of the Almighty, who formed us in his own image, and the breath of that universal love which bears and sustains us, as it floats around us in an eternity of bliss; and then, my friend, when darkness overspreads my eyes, and heaven and earth seem to dwell in my soul and absorb its power, like the form of a beloved mistress, then I often think with longing, Oh, would I could describe these conceptions, could impress upon paper all that is living so full and warm within me.

What we are capable of usually gets discovered.

When, while the lovely valley teems with vapor around me, and the meridian sun strikes the upper surface of the impenetrable foliage of my trees, and but a few stray gleams steal into the inner sanctuary, I throw myself down among the tall grass by the trickling stream; and, as I lie close to the earth, a thousand unknown plants are noticed by me: when I hear the buzz of the little world among the stalks, and grow familiar with the countless indescribable forms of the insects and flies, then I feel the presence of the Almighty, who formed us in his own image, and the breath of that universal love which bears and sustains us, as it floats around us in an eternity of bliss; and then, my friend, when darkness overspreads my eyes, and heaven and earth seem to dwell in my soul and absorb its power, like the form of a beloved mistress, then I often think with longing, Oh, would I could describe these conceptions, could impress upon paper all that is living so full and warm within me, that it might be the mirror of my soul, as my soul is the mirror of the infinite God!

O my friend — but it is too much for my strength — I sink under the weight of the splendor of these visions! A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart. I am alone, and feel the charm of existence in this spot, which was created for the bliss of souls like mine.

I am so happy, my dear friend, so absorbed in the exquisite sense of mere tranquil existence, that I neglect my talents. I should be incapable of drawing a single stroke at the present moment; and yet I feel that I never was a greater artist than now.

When, while the lovely valley teems with vapor around me, and the meridian sun strikes the upper surface of the impenetrable foliage of my trees, and but a few stray gleams steal into the inner sanctuary, I throw myself down among the tall grass by the trickling stream; and, as I lie close to the earth, a thousand unknown plants are noticed by me: when I hear the buzz of the little world among the stalks, and grow familiar with the countless indescribable forms of the insects and flies, then I feel the presence of the Almighty, who formed us in his own image, and the breath of that universal love which bears and sustains us, as it floats around us in an eternity of bliss; and then, my friend, when darkness overspreads my eyes, and heaven and earth seem to dwell in my soul and absorb its power, like the form of a beloved mistress, then I often think with longing, Oh, would I could describe these conceptions, could impress upon paper all that is living so full and warm within me.

What we are capable of usually gets discovered.

When, while the lovely valley teems with vapor around me, and the meridian sun strikes the upper surface of the impenetrable foliage of my trees, and but a few stray gleams steal into the inner sanctuary, I throw myself down among the tall grass by the trickling stream; and, as I lie close to the earth, a thousand unknown plants are noticed by me: when I hear the buzz of the little world among the stalks, and grow familiar with the countless indescribable forms of the insects and flies, then I feel the presence of the Almighty, who formed us in his own image, and the breath of that universal love which bears and sustains us, as it floats around us in an eternity of bliss; and then, my friend, when darkness overspreads my eyes, and heaven and earth seem to dwell in my soul and absorb its power, like the form of a beloved mistress, then I often think with longing, Oh, would I could describe these conceptions, could impress upon paper all that is living so full and warm within me, that it might be the mirror of my soul, as my soul is the mirror of the infinite God!

O my friend — but it is too much for my strength — I sink under the weight of the splendor of these visions! A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart. I am alone, and feel the charm of existence in this spot, which was created for the bliss of souls like mine.

I am so happy, my dear friend, so absorbed in the exquisite sense of mere tranquil existence, that I neglect my talents. I should be incapable of drawing a single stroke at the present moment; and yet I feel that I never was a greater artist than now.

When, while the lovely valley teems with vapor around me, and the meridian sun strikes the upper surface of the impenetrable foliage of my trees, and but a few stray gleams steal into the inner sanctuary, I throw myself down among the tall grass by the trickling stream; and, as I lie close to the earth, a thousand unknown plants are noticed by me: when I hear the buzz of the little world among the stalks, and grow familiar with the countless indescribable forms of the insects and flies, then I feel the presence of the Almighty, who formed us in his own image, and the breath of that universal love which bears and sustains us, as it floats around us in an eternity of bliss; and then, my friend, when darkness overspreads my eyes, and heaven and earth seem to dwell in my soul and absorb its power, like the form of a beloved mistress, then I often think with longing, Oh, would I could describe these conceptions, could impress upon paper all that is living so full and warm within me.

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Requiem Solution

Veronica N. Davis Loreen Requiem Solution Kleerup Chicago Blog

“You put yourself to rest down a river.”

acceptance - (n.) Acceptance in human psychology is a person's assent to the reality of a situation, recognizing a process or condition without attempting to change it or protest it. 

It’s hard to accept life without those we grew up with, laughed with, cried with, got upset at, conquered our most difficult hours with. What happens when they aren’t there for those trying times anymore because they are the very cause of it? It’s been a tough year for my friends and my family. Quite honestly I’m exhausted, but with trauma blooms creativity. Rehabilitation and release is what it becomes synonymous with. Let’s begin this journey where we left off, but we’ll shine even brighter. Warriors, I love you. Thank you for sticking around. I’ve seen you, I adore you, and hope life has been kind to you. Keep working hard. We’re in this together. If you’ve lost someone, imagine the biggest hug possible. We’re going to make it through.

Love Always,
Veronica ✌❤

Veronica N. Davis Blog - Stability & Motion - Mountains and Water View

Stability & Motion

Veronica N. Davis Blog - Stability & Motion - Mountains and Water View

 

Stability: You

In my previous entry “Beautiful Silence” we discovered the importance of finding your strength in solitude. Beyond the clutter you find stability. A clear and positive mind results in a powerful and active person.People you admire could relay the importance of mental clarity. To achieve it they meditate, workout, and do outdoor activities. Unfortunately, you will still experience personal setbacks and the “usual” imbalances, because this is life. You can still make it a good one with work. Life is not a synonym for easy, vacation, or carefree. Our connection to nature helps us maintain mental stability. It gives us the strength to go within ourselves to reaffirm our positive beliefs and positive certainties. Your challenge is to meditate outdoors for 15 minutes.

Motion: The World

The modern world tells us what to think, how to feel, what our dreams are and how we think. Our unique journeys have been muddled together and blanketed in debts. One could argue social media has given this generation a false sense of union while isolating them. Please remember just because your life appears to echo someone else’s that doesn’t mean you should do what they do – good or bad. Your walk is your own, you’ve just got to find your stride.

The Inner: Your Mind

Today the mind is under-stimulated, while the body (and let’s face it – your wallet) is over stimulated. It pains me to see how worldly & spiritual knowledge is overlooked in favor of tabloid gossip and mindless social media conversations. Your objective is to disconnect from what is, reconnect to what was, and come out of it a better version of yourself. I know you have dreams, but you’ve shunned them and any version of them because it seemed so easy for someone else. You don’t know anyone’s struggle, or what they chose not to show and tell. Get what’s yours. It was designed for your after all.

The Outer: Society’s Mind

We know what’s going on, on the outer. We live it every day and watch it every night.
I doubt I have to address it here.

Collision: Media

There was a time where we didn’t have computers glued to our hands. It was more peaceful and more connected then than it may ever be again. Media has drained the hearts of the pure and ruined the minds of fighters waiting to claim their thrones. Children aren’t even as happy as they once were. Why? Technology, entertainment, and lack of togetherness with their families. There lies the secret. Living a balanced life requires balance between the outer and inner. None of this is to stop your use of social media, or get you to turn off the television or cell phone. It was written to help young minds comprehend that constant sensation of despair or uncertainty that lingers over this new generation. It began with mine. Lucky for us, we still got that standard 1980s lifestyle although we were born in the 90s.

Spend some time with yourself, some time outside, and some time with the people you cherish. Balance your life, clear your mind, and work for something you believe in that can positively influence your life or someone else’s. Be that beautiful individual the world needs.

Love Always,
Veronica ✌❤

Beautiful Silence Blog Entry - Find Your Strength in Solitude by Veronica N. Davis

Beautiful Silence: Find Your Strength in Solitude

Beautiful Silence Blog Entry - Find Your Strength in Solitude by Veronica N. Davis

Everyone who has visited this blog over the past 4 years knows that this space isn’t only for “bad days” and “bad moments”. It is also for inspiration, motivation, and awareness for many causes that I hold near.  This entry today is a mix of those things. I want you to bring awareness to yourself regarding…yourself. We live in a time where there is an endless supply of outside chatter, so much that we forget to look inward. I’m big on reminding my people about listening in. It helps you realize how you’re using your energy and what you’re focusing on (or should be anyway) . Validation and approval can be part of the noise you need to block out.

Find Your Strength in Solitude

Silence is golden. That saying is timeless and true. Between television and headphones, friend hangouts and relationship hangups we have ample opportunities to disregard our own wellbeing. Mental health, as we all know, is a significant and unfortunately overlooked aspect of overall health (until recently). Don’t say, “I don’t have time to take time for myself.” Because that isn’t true. I know you have time to pick up your phone and check social media. Make time for you. Even if it’s for 10 minutes to start. You’ll discover immense strength within and learn what truly requires your attention in this chaotic life we lead. You are worth the silence and you will find your voice in solitude.

Love Always,
Veronica ✌❤

State Your Peace - Addressing the Negative Soul - A Blog Entry by Veronica N Davis

State Your Peace

“State Your Peace” was pinned 10/30/17.

State Your Peace - Addressing the Negative Soul - A Blog Entry by Veronica N Davis

You are loved. The world you knew and the children you call yours have simply grown up and gotten their own lives, hardships, and concerns. We fight hard to avoid endless cycles we are helpless in. Unfortunately you’re one of those cycles. We’ve all tried to help, even your sisters, and you would often “just miss” success or a “comeback”.

Now we’re all simply trying to survive on our own and putting our energy into the one person we can influence to strive harder – ourselves. You left behind wounds that have yet (and may never) heal and souls that are weary of the past and present. We all love each other in one way or the other, we’re just exhausted. The fact that you come up in conversations is a testament to love and sadness, faith and despair, joy and pain. You’re in the music we listen to, the places we visit, the semi trucks that go by, the candies we enjoy.

No one likes the cards we dealt and the battles we had to endure (and continue to), but this is what we are and all you can do is prove to yourself that you can come back from all of the hurt and setbacks. Each of us, no matter who we surround ourselves with, only has ourself to fight, ourself to blame, and ourself to conquer. Be a warrior, keep fighting, and prove everyone right that believed in you and helped you over the past 30 years.

Love Always,
Veronica ✌💙

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Thank you, Chester.

Your light shinned brighter in my life than I realized. I will miss your voice, your joy, your passion, and your inspiration. You helped me write my piece and my peace for years. I honestly don’t see that changing. Your music will guide my pen and my fingers the same way they have since I began. Thank you for staying with us as long as you could meanwhile giving everything you’ve had.

Love Always,
Veronica ✌❤

Resurfacing in a world drowning in sorrow - Veronica N. Davis

Resurfacing

“The hardest part of ending is starting again.”
– Chester Bennington

A since of calm lingers in the air, giving its most tantalizing dance to the shattered remains of millions. It stays just out of reach, providing false hope and shaken prayers. The world rests on a continuous loop of sorrow and heartbreak, manmade disasters and natural ones, personal torment and bullying, starvation and gluttony. What we have become is an echo of the very wild animals our race hunts for skin, hair, and organs. This reality falls on deaf ears in place of “entertainment”. For decades society has been force fed images and thoughts that don’t reflect their true selves (the soul self). Within that is the fear of erasing everything and starting again because there is seemingly no “real” source to start from. How terrifying it must be to see yourself in your truth for the first time, and then lead a life you believe in.

A life lived wrapped up in fear of action instead of taking it is a life un-lived. Your fantasies shouldn’t be the ones sleeping beside you at night, your best reality should be with you when you wake. I’m saying this to say…We can’t control much in this world, but we can maneuver our own journeys to sway and inspire events around us. So, make that move, make that change, and make that fiction, non-fiction. I believe in you because there is no one like you. In a world built on sorrow, focus on your joy. If you don’t have it, please try to create it. I know it is often easier said than done, but you deserve to be happy.

You deserve the same reality you’ve probably helped someone around you build. Don’t let life’s breakdowns be your ultimate letdown. You can do this. Just…resurface.

Love Always,
Veronica ✌❤

"Listen to Your Soul" - "Veronica N. Davis Blog Entry"

Listen to Yoursoul

“Listen to your own voice, your own soul. Too many people listen to the noise of then world instead of themselves.”

In the past week I returned to meeting the sun as it rose, writing along with the morning rays. The serenity hours lent themselves to reflection and personal evolution. Two decades of school and life in general awakened a fear within that my mind, will, and thoughts were not entirely my own. For a brief moment I was genuinely afraid. In the middle of the expressway during an early morning drive I said to myself, “Who’s talking? Me or them?” That strong sense of self that took years to build had grown eerily quiet. In the midst of grief for a physically departed inspirational figure I started to reevaluate and urged myself to get back to me.

A great deal of what we are is conditioned and it becomes hard to recognize our true self, our own voice, and even our own soul. We become strangers to ourselves in the hustle and bustle called life, and quickly forget that this life isn’t living. The noise outside and “what the next guy is doing” robbed many of their internal focus and ability to hear and listen to yoursoul. That’s not a typo, Google. The term “yourself” dictates vessel, but “yoursoul” allows your mind to recognize the spiritual self operating said vessel. We’re so busy trying to make the self attractive, branded as high-end, that we forget about the essential being within. If that’s out of balance or ignored, you’ll never be what you were meant to. That’s the truth. You have to listen to your soul.

How do you know?

When I wasn’t listening to my soul I was angry. It would be 3AM and I had yet to fall asleep because it was restless. My anguish wasn’t entirely my own. It was the energy surrounding me. Still, enough of it was mine to get me to sit up and meditate. I had been neglecting myself in favor of helping people around me be less miserable. I stopped designing, writing, playing the piano, working out, meditating, and everyone else became priority. It made me tired and disappointed. I was more exhausted of the world than I was prepared to admit. It isn’t that my life is the epitome of a drama sitcom – it’s actually quite far from it. If we are completely honest, I’ve been damn good about placing positive vibes into the universe as it relates to my life and my journey, but the world itself devastates me.

With a family that often tells me, “Worry about yourself,” knowing I’ll likely do otherwise, they manage to keep me true to the phrase at the end of the day. I try not invite negative behavior or bad news, which is why I severed many times in a short amount of time. I became selective about the conversations I keep with the remaining. The hardest part has been accepting that we can’t save anyone. We can only say we did all we could and whatever happens from then on is their life story. It took me so long to accept that and sometimes I still struggle. That brings us back to…

This Thing We Call Living…

Our journey is a series of teachable moments, woes, and heartaches. That is the human experience. That is why listening to your soul is so imperative. It’s your guiding compass in a land that is indefinitely torn, scared, and damaged. Another reality you have to accept. You can try as you might, but…when it’s all said and done you can only control you. You can exude positivity, smile when you see someone crying, talk to a stranger who clearly needs it, but keep in mind that the only person you can save, the only person you can help in the big moments…is yoursoul. This isn’t to say you won’t inspire change. This is simply to say if you lose someone, you have to accept that their story’s ending was not your fault. If you lose your soul, you have to accept that you have to put in a lot of work to reclaim it.

Don’t judge someone for being tired of this world. Our stories, journeys, lives…are different and unique to them often in hidden ways. You don’t know anyone 100%. You barely know yourself that well. Just promise me that when things get crazy you will take the time to slow down, take a breath, and listen in. Your soul has more answers than anyone around you because your true self knows what you need. If you’re too busy drowning it in gossip, fake news, and celebrity chaos then you can’t hear it. Our souls need our undivided attention. That’s a tool from our schooling years you can try. Don’t get lost in a world that doesn’t know what compassion, love, and generosity are. Don’t let this illusion cause you to miss out on your purpose.

Love Always,
Veronica ✌❤

Chester Bennington Inspired Blog Entry by Veronica N. Davis

Crossing Over

“You don’t have to know someone to have an intimate
experience with them.” – Chester Bennington

Four weeks ago…12 hours prior to the time of this post..a particular departure impacted me more than I thought…made sense. My outward life remained on the up and up, but my inward remains disturbed. The physical reality has finally sunken in. A connection I didn’t realize was strong – spiritually – was severed suddenly. It shook my mental clarity. I found myself in tears at spontaneous moments and angry the next, sincere seconds later. A fairly consistent battle of acceptance and denial has played on repeat – a teetering effect. A truth from long ago returned to the forefront, reflected in someone I admired for so long and still do. I’ve never shied away from it. It has echoed consistently throughout my work, even my blogs.

The fact of [my] matter is, when you know pain you do all you can to help others avoid it. At the very least, you attempt to give them something to marvel at and enjoy. Take my beautiful cousin Jasemine-Denise for example, she became a photographer to inspire good vibes and confidence. She has helped women and men become the best versions of themselves. JDP focused on the people to help them focus less on naysayers. She took a personal life lesson and weaved it into a positive for everyone else. That’s all many of us want: to help the next person not hurt anymore, but unfortunately most people don’t know the “how” or the “when” of either.

For now I accept that I am as inspired as I am disheartened, motivated as I am discouraged, and upbeat as I am defeated. This reality seeps into another, and it’s endless, terrifying, and somehow magical. There’s something about crossing over that intertwines negative and positive emotions. It’s one we all have to deal with sooner or later. Until then, let’s focus on being each other’s anchor to positivity and encouragement, wisdom and inspiration. I know “speaking up” doesn’t cure all things, but please…please…always speak what’s on your mind. At least give people around you the opportunity to say their peace.

Love Always,
Veronica ✌❤

 

“Well, Coley you told me souls live forever. I choose to believe that. We only grieve the vessel, but we all know we’ll always be here for each other.” – A.D.B.

Fighting for the Future - A Blog Entry by Veronica N. Davis

Fighting for the Future

Fighting for the Future - A Blog Entry by Veronica N. Davis

“You cannot fight your destiny, you can only fight yourself.”

destiny - (n.) The inevitable or necessary fate to which a particular person or thing is destined; one's lot. A predetermined course of events considered as something beyond human power or control.

Destiny. Many people seem certain that their lives courses has brought them together via a long drawn out, winding path. Typically that road leads to a rhyme and a reason for a particular union, which may echo déjà vu.

In life options arise as obstacles and every single one has a beginning and an end. Each choice has a starting point and an inevitable conclusion. There will be moments where fighting for the future is the only way. A montage of ups and downs will intercept the most calculated moves. A force will intervene and seemingly throw you off courses Remember, challenges come in many forms.

There are no guarantees with destiny.

Remain hopeful and driven with a certain truth in your mind along the way. That truth is life may not entail what was anticipated or imagined. Neither means stop. Fight through every task, conquer every demon, complete all trials and push beyond every setback.

Dreaming is what gives us the faith and confidence to achieve even the smallest goals. Keep fighting.

Love Always,
Veronica ✌❤