Sez Kristiansen | Author | Spiritual Writer
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Sez is an internationally acclaimed poet, author and spiritual writer brought up under 6 different cultures. Recently interviewed by influencer and diversity expert, Tayo Rockson on her unconventional life.
Sez Kristiansen | Author | Spiritual Writer
3y ago
My mother’s body,
a safe hold to me;
a child who clung
onto the soft
pillows of my
mother’s belly,
her thick shoulders
carrying generation’s
worth of trauma...
I could always find
a cove of love
within the
hills of her body.
And yet it was
a shameful
thing to her...
a thing that
needed to be concealed
and hidden behind
children and plants
and people and
oversized shawls
in every photo –
she stood behind us,
the forbidden body’s
protectors
to which left
only her
dis-embodied
head hovering
in the background
in all our
family albums.
Her body
was a known-secret
that no one could
speak of,
constan ..read more
Sez Kristiansen | Author | Spiritual Writer
3y ago
I am both,
I am all the
contradictions
and paradoxes
that form the
shape of me.
I am the
heartache,
the broken,
the full and
completenes.
I am the
‘yes’
when asked
whether I am
healed or
still healing.
Yes and both,
thank you.
I am the
domesticated
and wild,
the nomadic,
the homebody.
I am the
pitted bellied
ache
and the
abyss of joy.
I am the
yes to
all question.
I am both.
I am all ..read more
Sez Kristiansen | Author | Spiritual Writer
3y ago
It’s no wonder we feel
the ache of separation
from the web we
were once weaved
upon
and through,
the tribe that knitted
the stray threads
of our pain together
with compassion
and story.
Our bodies,
still melancholy
for the loss of
environment,
desperately trying
to make sense of
a way of life that
that grew out of
our hands and
into our minds,
we split like wood,
we mourn the loss
of an expressive land,
of the elder who’s
broad hearts
carried the pain
of the youth,
remedied their anger
with purpose and ritual,
every plant a teacher
we were once
an apprentice to
everything
the teachings of
the ..read more
Sez Kristiansen | Author | Spiritual Writer
3y ago
Crying over cold
vegan meat
sandwiches
made of salt and love,
packed lunches
packed with guilt
from mother’s
longing to give
you more than
carrots and cucumbers
but freedom and space
to grow strong
and kind,
with a heart full
of wonder
a hope
stuffed into a
segments of a
superhero's
lunch box,
that your life will
be lighter.
__________________________ ..read more
Sez Kristiansen | Author | Spiritual Writer
3y ago
It is not the straight
and separate road
that leads you
home
but the thorny path
that beckons unto
your wilder heart
that takes your
hand
and shows you
how to belong to it all.
It’s rarely through ease that we are shown how to be in this world.
More often, it is our Heart that calls us to wander into unknown places and these paths are never easy to navigate.
If you are following your heart right now, it is bound to be through unchartered territory and requiring more vulnerability before anything can truly be gained. But keep going...
Home, belonging, purpose, joy, love doesn’t exist at the end ..read more
Sez Kristiansen | Author | Spiritual Writer
3y ago
The need to belong
blows steadily against our sails.
Carving through the water,
our little vessels of longing
wax and wane with tide and moon.
There are handprints
pressed against our shoulders
guiding us back to our motherlands,
stolen pieces of bodies
skimmed across the oceans
by ancestors passed
who wish for us to seek
for them by
following that feeling
of home.
Do you have Nordic Ancestry? Would you like to learn more about the ways our ancient heritage helps us heal through life's symbolic & seasonal winters? Join us on the free NORDIC SOULSTICE COURSE ..read more
Sez Kristiansen | Author | Spiritual Writer
3y ago
This body -
it feels like a
carelessly flung net
cast out into open sea
collecting the debris
from last years storm.
This body -
this container
left with the sediment
and leaves that
predict a destiny
we are yet to meet.
What has been washed up
upon this shore
has been hoarded
by this body,
hope and certainty
pocketed and stashed
away desperately
into the thickness of thighs
and the capacity of belly
the density of bones.
This body
is filled
with residue.
This body,
the tank we
pushed out as
our first line of defense,
now adorned with medals
that no one can see
but ourselves.
This body,
that f ..read more
Sez Kristiansen | Author | Spiritual Writer
3y ago
It is from the heart
that we feel the ache
of displacement
and it is through
the heart
that we redeem our sense
of belonging.
The same place that
experiences the death
is the one
we are reborn from.
So look to where it hurts -
place a palm upon
the radar
that humbles this hand
and follow it inward.
Picket a sign
above this place
that says,
“to all who pass,
there lies in this void
both
wound and remedy,
both
split and repair,
both fire and frost -
be gentle
for as I am mending
so too am I coming undone ..read more
Sez Kristiansen | Author | Spiritual Writer
3y ago
Everything comes to you, that belongs to you -
but first, you must create the capacity to receive it.
There is no greater ability to learn, than to receive. Because as long as unworthiness is held within our hearts, we can never truly give what it most healing to the world.
We are taught to give - (The archetypal mother endlessly giving herself to her child - The wounded healer, replenishing others - The worker, trading time for wealth)
But have you been taught how to receive - without an exchange of worth?
It may be as small as an offering of stillness or beauty - or as grand as having the ca ..read more
Sez Kristiansen | Author | Spiritual Writer
3y ago
Choose the lesser
hardship.
because escaping your pain
may create more distance than
sitting with it.
and ignoring your longings
may be more neglectful
than following them.
and hushing your heart
may be more deafening
than allowing it to speak.
and keeping it together
may create more wreckage
than falling apart.
and all the fears
you hold
in making the right choice,
may be heavier than
the simple acts
that free them.
invite the escape
the longing
and the fear
- not into conversation-
but into presence,
with you.
for the greater famine
is in your hunger
for so much to be otherwise ..read more