In a room full of laughter, I stand all alone,
Surrounded by faces, yet feel like a stone.
Their smiles like shadows, they dance and they sway,
But inside I'm drifting, so far away.
The warmth of their voices, a comforting hum,
Yet echoes of silence, my heart's steady drum.
I search for a connection, a bridge to the light,
But the more that I reach, the farther from sight.
What is this sadness that clouds my bright day?
A whispering shadow, it won't go away.
In the midst of the joy, a longing so deep,
A secret I'm keeping, a sorrow to keep.
I wear a facade, a mask made of glee,
But inside I'm yearning, just wanting to be free.
To share all my burdens, to voice every fear,
Yet fear of rejection keeps silence so near.
So here I remain, in this paradox lost,
With loved ones around me, but at what cost?
For sometimes the heart needs a space all its own,
To mend and to heal, to feel less alone.
Rowdy wanted to play and Ronin was too busy sniffing and peeing on everything....
Not sure I want to share on fb. Lots of changes happening, some things in limbo. Been a roller coaster for a few weeks now.
Today was a magical day in the pasture! Rowdy was having the time of her life doing zoomies. Watching her race around, and tail flying, was pure joy.
Seeing her play reminds us of the simple pleasures in life. If you need a smile today, just picture her galloping, full of energy and spirit. 💖
Hi, I just rewrote my about page. Wrote it last week and lost it. 🙄
You can view it here:
https://zaviasstudio.locals.com/about
I'm looking forward to playing around in this space and getting to know you.
My short trip to Vegas showed me something I hadn’t fully seen before, my drinking hasn’t been about fun. It’s been about escape. Not from people. Not from family. But from a place that feels like it's slowly suffocating my spirit.
In Vegas, I laughed, danced, wandered, felt inspired… all without a single drop of alcohol. Why? Because the environment fed me instead of draining me.
It wasn’t the booze I craved. It was aliveness.
Now I see it clearly: when the soul-starving stops, the self-medicating does too.
So I did a thing…
Back in the day, I used to ride a Ninja. Then life happened.... a move across two states forced a decision: ride it all the way there or sell. I sold it, thinking I’d be back in the saddle soon after settling in.
Yeah… “soon” turned into 20 years.
But guess who’s back on two wheels?
Here’s to rediscovering freedom, one ride at a time.
And may my stress be taken away… like Calgon, but louder and with a little more throttle. 🏍️✨