Ataraxia Hope Life Project
• mental health practitioner
Eocene Media
•film
•marketing & web design
•writer

Creative at heart.
Writer of words.
Dancer to music.
Mystic within my
own philosophy.
Magician within
unseen worlds.
A Sybil for truths
which aren’t spoken.
Lover of nature.
Music is life.
Healing through spirit.
Wellness is wealth.

𝒯𝓌𝑜 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒...

𝐻𝑜𝓅𝑒 is the propellant towards
the realization that everything
can change within the power
of one thought. To change
your life, change your mind.

Anxiety is allowing the past
to be the driver for change,
whereas excitement is allowing
the future to be that instead.
Create from 𝓅𝑜𝓈𝓈𝒾𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎 to
move towards the future with
excitement rather than run from
anxiety caused by attachment
to past emotions.

06/13/24
Three or so times this week you’ve been in my
dreams. Suddenly so, in a way that’s surprised
me. Meaning, I hadn’t been thinking of you that
day, maybe, or I had been focused on work or an
issue I’m resolving and I hadn’t had a lot of free
mental space. And then I’m asleep, and I’m back
at our church, your grandma is alive still, and yet
I think I am…or, we are the age we are now. And
you’re there. And it makes me so happy when you
show up. It’s like maybe there’s a space in this
complicated life that we can be together despite
the distance and the issues keeping us apart,
whatever those things are. I’m not privy to all of
them, just the confines of what I am capable of
doing and that it’s not right for me to be who
reaches out to you {again}. I respect you not
wanting to or not feeling you’re able to reach
out to me. Sending you love today. And always.
{I hope you’re well.}♾️

06/08/24
“And I'd give up
forever to touch you,
'Cause I know that you
feel me somehow.
{You're the closest to
heaven that I'll ever be…}
—‘Iris’, Goo Goo Dolls

04/20/24
I remember how you stand.
How you rock back and forth,
sometimes with your head tilted
back—just me and my jilted math.
Me, the one who writes your music,
yet you sing it—without me, just me
who simply sees your soul, just me,
who loves you until your skin crawls
into a desert oblivion of a semblance
of rest. You, whom doesn’t see me.
Me, whom holds you in my hand like
a small medallion to not break, like
a pocket watch or a locket. You,
always in my mind, where I try to
keep you out. You, there: every
night I dream after I’ve surrendered
a promise to my soul that I’ll forget
you. Finally. {Like you’ve done me
since you last saw me.} Not a
grievance, or an eye for an eye,
but an equality. An equal
forgetfulness.♾️


03/25/24
My heart will never let go of you
no matter the distance between
us created by miles, life, people,
complexity and all other things.
I’ve tried. I tried so hard this past
week to let go of you and walk
away. I can’t. I love you. I will love
you forever. You have my heart.♾️

Erika Grace Rockwell