Nature love

Wandering requires slow steady steps that are not always linear, backtracking is acceptable.

Star Child (Dream Weaver)

Star Child (Dream Weaver)

Once upon a time, what feels like not so long ago.
She was but a child.
Never quiet, yet always curious.
Eyes always wide open just as her soul, she gazed at the night sky always reaching to the stars.
Every night she would light a candle, say her prayers, and wish upon every burning light in the sky.Wishing that she might one day set out to achieve her dreams.

The life of the dream weaver.
Heart of an explorer.
Mind of beauty.

Life tried to bind her soul.
Society tethered her to rules that she disregarded every chance she could.
Constantly she emptied the stones that life placed in her pockets, to weigh her down.
Freeing herself from its endless weight for gravity could not keep her bound.

Some people feared her strength.
Others feared her light.
Yet there was not a day that she gave up her fight.

Sometimes her heart was filled with doubt.
A sadness that made the sky cry, and brought about stormy clouds that fogged the mind.
Those were not easy days for the little girl, and she would often turn her gaze to the stars.
Allowing their eternal light to once again fill her chalice with strength.

Then one day she was not so little.
The girl was all grown up.
A warrioress in a world full of men.

There were a few false princes in her life.
They, like the world, tried to bind her to rules and subjugation.
She would not bow, and she stabbed her sword so deep within their hearts that these men wilted like a bouquet of dried flowers.
During these times of trial she would often light a candle and pray.
Eyes turned to the sky, and she dreamed of better days.

Packing up and leaving home was far from easy, yet inevitable to say the least.
How her mother cried, and she had too.
Yet she knew now where her place was in the universe.

The warrioress left home, unsure of where she would go.
Yet knowing in her heart that she held the light to guide her. Sometimes she would find herself astray, and it was then that she would turn her gaze to the night sky.Taking guidance by dreams that she had weaved all those years ago, ignited by the kindred light of her undying soul.


Life of the dream weaver.
The wondering stargazer, who would never settle for the ordinary.
For she was worth so much more…


Her self-worth far outweighed all the riches of the world and burned brighter than all stars in the sky.

Soren Johnsen

Tinkerbell leaves home

Tinkerbell leaves home

We met in the land of make believe, together we traveled across the seven seas.
My heart and soul set free from responsibility, and all things tethered to reality.
My wings were young, my heart was old. I wanted nothing more than to be your soul…mate.


We spent years together or was it only a blink in time.
Reality slowly unraveled, as you pulled the strings of my mind.
False reality, founded upon unrealistic dreams.

Here in never ever land all is not what it seems.


Bound to fantasy we danced in the wild.
Youthful bliss, the insanity of a child.
My heart sought the man I wanted you to be…
Yet that again was false reality… otherwise known as insanity.


You were a lost boy, forever a child at heart.
And I knew then we would eventually part.
The boy who cried wolf… I now see through the lies.
I spread my wings and took to the sky.


Fairy dust trailed under wing.
Unsure of what the real world would bring.
Leaving the boy, who refused to be a man behind.

Rebuilding my world one breath at a time.

-Soren Johnsen

Internal Thoughts

Internal thoughts

Doing your work is messy.
It’s not for the faint of heart.
Fluids are everywhere.
Tears and sweat.
But it’s worth the pain.
The rehashing of the scars and resetting of the bones.
In order to heal.

More thinking…

Some days are better than others.
It is not all grey clouds.
What has helped me is appreciation.
Morning ritual.
Cognitive behavior to retrain the insane of the brain.
Most of the time if I can keep this train of thought the cloud of grey comes to pass within a few minuets.
Life goes on.

Last thought before put the pen down, and this one is really important.

The things people don’t really talk about and keep buried in that little black box… those are the most important mementos of growth.