Mystic Blanca

One coffee, two coffee, three coffee

August 10th, 2017

One coffee two coffee three coffee
I wrap my legs around morning myself
My fingers around the coffee cup
My hair in a red velvet bun
Torso draped in leopard jumper
Feet happily cold
This day melancholically sweet like toffee
I lay on my side inspecting the insides
And lights of other people’s minds
The pictures stuck in time-space
Cinema
Cinema
Cinema
I adore.

I am free yet I am not
I am only allowing it half way
I think to find out where my boundaries go
Where I meet others
I’m a no show on the outside for now
Resting
So I can step my ground
Deep and profound
It’s so okay
To just be okay
Today
And once I allow that, all of a sudden
I am so much more myself
Again
I’m quiet and dandy and fine

The choice is continuously yours,
Resist
or
Allow

Laugh and live and let go.
focus thru space

July 14th, 2017

Ocean eyes -> starry soul -> eternal light, a beat that remembers…
I been here many times before
Same spirit
Different spaces
Different times
But right here
Right now
Is the mission
I am alive for
neptune in pisces

July 14th, 2017

still and ever and again and again I am
shedding myself of this skin
shuddering off on the daily this slowly thinning web
sometimes 5 years old, 99 years young and 23 years crazy at the same time
I’m guessing this is to figure being
until or before we learn breathing slow n being kind
more and deeper

we are bred into boxes
we learn the workings of numbers
before the workings of our bodies + minds + souls
and taking in the love
…only the love
and filtering out that b*s that isn’t spirit
yeah you heard me right all that stuff that isn’t pure,
non soul shit,
because I’m all about that soul
mmhmmm baby
whether it be in music
whether it be in bones
Imma let that soul lead the way
that humming
that inherent, tremblin harmonizin
rhythmically crackin
vibin voicin

I have been painted on
in straight lines
by eyes who don’t see colour

entered a world wherein
many wish
and few know
that we have already arrived

I have come into a space
where people carry ears
but have lost sound
and few still hear
the soul speaking
through walls of concrete
but to the few that do hear
thank the heavens for the few
(literally)

(without you
it’d be much harder to be on this side
of the spheres)
midsummer husky

June 25th, 2017

I write with my hair up when I need to get sorted
I write with my hair down, when I… am.
today I am compromising
I wear a hairband
the roots pulled back tight
the ends down loose
so I can type rapidly without strands flying
swishing it back when I need a head shake,
let it free

I lost my voice,
Midsummer nights eve
it’s lovely
the more no talking
the greater my perception
the more I could hear
and see, scent, touch and taste
the more I was
present
appreciatin’
not the lack of voice
but the fullness of sensing

lack of wording, logic, intellect
=
heart full, mind quiet, soul full
soulful

blissful expression
turning not into words but
inherent body language
intuitive instincts
alike a child letting a glance tell all I need
a sway of hips
a turn of lips
a head kick back with a sassy,
“mmhm”
isn’t all that so much more significant
than words?

it is not silence
when all senses expand
and I am
singing with all my soul…
VOICE – Healing through creativity

June 25th, 2017

A film made by Blanca Linder & Hannah Salter.
Cinematography by Blanca Linder, Hannah Salter
Post production & spoken word by Blanca Linder
Music by Jason Barty
Artists: Ana Kuni, Tom Salter, Willem Lavender

Other faces
Our beautiful host family in Guwe Village, Nkay region of Zimbabwe
Warren West
Jason Barty
Ricky Thomas
Mila Dijkema yogini sister

Filmed on location in South Africa & Zimbabwe, Dec 2016 – March 2017

Words cannot express my gratitude felt in the making of this film and the finishing of it, despite the life changing challenges met on the way. The project remains as close to my heart now as it did before and there is one thing I know for sure
This is only the beginning
To everyone who were apart of the vision at any point or along the way, saw it and appreciated it
Thank you from the bottom of my heart
Let us i n s p i r e always and forever learning, supporting, dealing, healing, loving, letting go and starting again.

I love you

VOICE – Healing through creativity” pt 1 from Blanca Linder on Vimeo.
en inte längre flickas alkemi

May 14th, 2017

de börjar i nacken,
occipitala nerven
kristallrys som
klättrar
splittras
sprids
uti hela mej
itu, hela mej

önskar nästan
ja va tio
kunde backa tre steg
tills innan jag visste
innan jag kände
de ja känner nu
men ja e inte tio
längre
och de säger ja ska
va vuxen
nu
och jag önskar det inte
tillräckligt mycket
för att släppa denna
min kärnas eld

det blir hazy
makear inge sense
hejdå intelligens
elektrisk frekvens
inge gräns
bränns!
rubbar min existens
under the influence
turbulent transcendens
snart abstinens
det e så det känns
nu

jag e kvar
i tonårens dekadens

.
Elemental

April 29th, 2017

Metamorphosis Origin
Late Middle English: via Latin from Greek metamorphōsis, from metamorphoun ‘transform, change shape’.

I had a thought just now. Or, several trails. It went something like, “no matter how many times I manage to fall out of love with my reality, I always manage to come back to it after some river bends”. So far, each time knowing, feeling, and radiating all the stronger. Who I am and what I seem to be here, upon this green blue messy mess of a planet, to do. The whole damn thing is that the more life I get to live the more I seem to learn the beauty of greys (especially lately… Oh my god, the magic and intensified growth lately…) The colour grey is neither black or white, neither night or day. It is balanced amidst mess. If living is elemental alchemy, I now seem to be able to tune in more evenly to several elements simultaneously, as opposed to say, playing with fire only, I’m allowing myself to keep the flame alive and kickin enough to shed light. Earlier, I could eagerly let it combust a whole forest, haha! Just to feel alive. To feel potent and purposeful. While that may not feel very practical (like easy grey living for example), it definitely has it’s time and place, letting ourselves be shaken to our core and reborn. Some phases need to be like that. Exploding. Hurricane. Earthquaking. Tsunami….

Becoming yourself is a lesson in learning how to balance.

————— Excerpt. To be continued
Self effing love, guys

April 29th, 2017
Up in the air heart bare messy hair

April 23rd, 2017

Maybe it is
That I am a Sunday blood woman today
Maybe it is
That I awoke at 6.39am this morning
Despite no alarm
And every other morning since
Getting home from Cape Town
I have not been able to push myself up at 7.30
Despite an alarm
Doesn’t that say something
That if you let the flow know for you
You let the flow flow what it knows
Then you will be up at whatever time you body needs

The anticipation
The expectation
Ruins what can be natural
What can be a Sunday flow
Maybe that is
How every day could go
Flow, know, flow, and go

Sunday used to be the day before Monday
Now Sunday is just a Sunday
And I am by myself
Messy haired in a bed where I’ll sleep
For two more weeks
23 years old on the 23rd of April
Smelling of peppermint and rosa damascena because those are my decent smells
My Sunday smells

I am in a house not necessarily called home
But I am home
In my body
Thank you, woman body,
Flowing with tide
Blood of potential life
I am grateful to even the pain

Where’s my mind
Between the lines
I’m just fine

This Sunday Sunday