Poetry is nearer to vital truth than history ~ Plato

Monday, February 16, 2015

Dead Poets Still Save Me

I see the same words
Over and over
Bleeding hearts
Desperate for attention
Slit wrists
Wannabe misfits
Trying to paint pain as poetry
Shallow insincerity
I write to release
But I read to escape
Returning to dead poets
Who had to work to be read.

Natasha Head

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

I Choose Happiness

I’m excited to be a Happiness Crusader and joining over 100 women in spreading the message of Choosing Happiness to women around the world.  In today’s post I share how I chose happiness in the midst of life’s messiness by answering a few questions from my inspiring friend best-selling Publisher Linda Joy. Today is the official release of her new book Inspiration for a Woman’s Soul: Choosing Happiness featuring the soul-inspiring stories of 27 amazing women who share their intimate stories of transformation.

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Let's Talk Happiness

Q1: Was there a pivotal moment in your life when you realized that your happiness was an internal choice that could be made despite your outside circumstances?

 A:  Happiness, true happiness, has always been difficult for me. On the outside, I've perfected a mask that is always smiling. Have crafted a persona that screams "people person", and have done the majority of my suffering alone. It took me 35 years to work up the courage to say, "It's not okay". My journey of self-discovery, I think, has been harder on friends and family than it has been on me. I have learned, most importantly, that it's okay to BE happy. It's my own doubts and self-talk that will try to steal it from me. I now give myself permission, each and every day, to be happy. This doesn't mean that I'm always happy...far from it. What it does mean, is that I make the most of each moment, every sincere smile, and every hearty belly laugh. These are the things that make life worth living. And it's okay for me to take full advantage of them.

Q2: How do you remind yourself that happiness is always within and catch your footing in those whirlwind moments of life that can throw us off balance?

 A: Constant conversations with myself. I've lived long enough to know, pain, hurt, misfortune, are all as fleeting as the good. These are as vital to living a full life as are the good times. Reminding myself that "this too shall pass", looking back on better times, and keeping hope alive for a brighter tomorrow, where miracles and magic are waiting. The circle is far from vicious and more than predictable. I understand there is balance in everything, that I am not immune. The world shifts, people change, bad stuff happens to good people...this is living, it's not personal. 

Q3: What is your personal definition of happiness today?

 A:  Happiness is an ever changing definition for me. Happiness is knowing I'm where I need to be doing what I need to do and learning as much as I can about myself and the world in the process. Happiness is allowing myself to evolve at a pace that allows me to be the best me I can be, in turn, allowing those I meet along the journey to be the best they can be.

Q4: Share three things that bring you happiness

 A: Only three! Simplicity, Nature and the love of family and friends are my constant inspirations. If this comes with a fantastic soundtrack and poetry throughout...even better. See what I did there...sneaky old soul I am :)

I invite you to share how you are choosing happiness in the comments below.
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Tuesday, February 10, 2015

Hope Dies in the Silence

Love is born of strength...not weakness. It does not seek out opportunity in spite of truth. Admiration, lust, longing, mere facets of a power that proved too much for lonely hearts seeking connection to validate the worth they can only give themselves.
Now the martyr rises. High on his horse of ignorance. Heaven painted with a perception so flawed, the lack of sight makes Cupid tremble. The white knight, blind to his selfishness, continues to paint the sky, oblivious to the bristles he stands upon, cutting its canvas with the rust of what never was.
The queen remains naked. Exposed. A never ending jury condemning her for her silence. For a story she will never tell, a truth he is not strong enough to hear.  Her coiffures depleted, she can no longer buy her way into the delusion, left only with his refusal to listen. To hear her cries, before offering a rescue she never wanted. She bleeds out in a cell of her own making, understanding love should never lead to fear. 
Two broken hearts could never make one whole.  Loneliness does nothing more than make a mockery of love. Desperation is a wicked tool when wielded against the weak.
Hope dies in the silence.

Natasha Head

Saturday, February 7, 2015


There are two ways to survive.
Beat the system...or be absorbed by it. Absolutely consumed by it. Implanted dreams fed through the umbilical cord it's up to you to cut.
You've been named, shamed and maimed. Life cut off at the knees...unless they've put you in dungarees. There's always shit to shovel. Fall for it, and they'll have you believing you can keep up with the pile AND feed your children.
Some, swallow it willingly, existing on a steady diet of affirmations and gold stars. Exchanging soul for sustenance. Baseline nutrition supported by the backs of those shoveling the shit.
The wise ones, those awake, have recognized their ways. Adapted, building walls around what matters, defenses against the gluttonous, barriers so strong the backstabbers don't matter and the disbelievers get lost. They don costumes of conformity yet celebrate themselves, recognizing flying under the radar is more than just cliche. 
This beast that devours without discretion will surely swallow it's own tail...the most painful death, starts from within.

Natasha Head