I've been getting more cardio in lately along with my yoga and have been craving something tasty and refreshing post workout. This green juice recipe is doing the trick. If you try it, let me know what

Hello Steemit community! My name isApril Lemieux and I am a poet, essayist, mental health advocate and lover of life. I'm super excited to be joining such a vibrant and creative community! What I plan

In the moments when I feel lost When a backwards glance shows the path that I've been traveling starting to fade away I am left with myself with my heartbeat With the breath that flows through me Small

While most of what I will be sharing on my page will be my poetry, I will also be sharing some of my personal essays. This is the first one I've posted so far and I hope that you enjoy it. 🙏🏽✨ I went

I'm a traveler of the veil Ever flowing between the light and dark As fluid in my divinity as I am in my passions A guardian to this space of the golden gilded womb I expand and contract time and time

For all things a season tender green things pushing and expanding through the mulch and decay Death sustaining life in a dance that is older than what even the most ancient and wise grandmother can recall

Those rivulets they run deep through the streams of my story Shimmering silhouettes Innocence lost amidst the greening scent of the promised land Neither one was for me But both are on my periphery Swallow

What I know for sure is that we all carry brokenness In some you see it hidden behind the eyes Retreating just before you can make out the shape In others it is witnessed in the weighted step In the hands

We are made to believe that to be counted we must choose one or the other That to nurture the fluidity of our ever changing nature somehow compromises the validity or sincerity of our more rooted parts

Sometimes the best way is to close your eyes Removing yourself a few degrees from the million tiny conversations happening around you And suddenly the distance between what you want to see and what truly

It slips through our fingers This life These loves Those memories As constant in its flow as the beating heart that yearns to hold it all Image Credit: