C.A. Meyer
C.A. Meyer
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CASTLES: My Debut Poetry Book is Here
CASTLES: My Debut Poetry Book is Here
You Feel What You Speak: How Your Words Determine Your Mood
You Feel What You Speak: How Your Words Determine Your Mood
You Don't Need To Be "Insta Famous": How to Bow Out of the Comparison Game
You Don't Need To Be "Insta Famous": How to Bow Out of the Comparison Game
The Life-Changing Truth About Forgiveness
The Life-Changing Truth About Forgiveness
"So, How's Your Love Life?": Down the Rabbit Hole of Single Shaming
"So, How's Your Love Life?": Down the Rabbit Hole of Single Shaming
 
 
 

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CASTLES: My Debut Poetry Book is Here
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A new YouTube video is up on my channel all about my debut poetry collection, CASTLES. Click on over to YouTube.com/camalexis94 and watch to hear me read the introduction and share three poems, plus some backstory as to how the book came together! While you're there, don't forget to subscribe to my channel. Some exciting projects are coming soon…#CASTLES
I was sitting with Liz at breakfast on our last day here when we both looked at each other with the same knowing glance: one filled with the crackling recognition of our past and present finally colliding. I said, “It’s a wonder people don’t believe in miracles, but I get it; they’re most often slow-burning outside the realm of our day-to-day focus.” We never see the parts moving. . We never recognize the loss of one relationship making room for a dozen others. Don’t notice the slow redefining of our answer to, “Where’s home?” Until one day, we’re pulling up a chair in a Copenhagen café beside a girl we first met at a college frat party years before. Someone we absentmindedly drifted toward in the corner of the room because she had a familiar look in her eyes: one that said, “There’s more to life than this. And I’m gonna find it.” . I feel so lucky to live my little writer life alongside other dreamers. Thank you @even__stephens_ and @elizabethal15 for being brave with me.
Made us these matching shirts since Europeans appreciate subtlety. #sorrymom
Trying to be @dualipa in Copenhagen before tackling my Liz after a YEAR apart!! Weekly FaceTimes were not nearly enough. So surreal that my two lighthouse humans got to meet for the first time tonight in this magical place. Accountability/prayer partners for life (because you two never fail to remind me how to live it). #newrules
Transference. #CASTLES
For over a decade, I didn’t notice how often I referred to her in comparison with my own actions. When I made mistakes, I’d often think, “Is this what Anna would’ve done?” I had no idea she’d be the one to offer me the Truth of everything, just by being herself. . Since we were kids, the very nature of her was always weighted in wisdom I hadn’t been humbled enough to deserve, but she was there for me regardless. When I was broken, and she was facing her own trials, I studied the light as it enveloped her movements, the ease with which she smiled through the strain. I began to mimick the quiet hope I saw dancing through her: the one that promises there’s peace on the other side of chaos. In essence, she is stillness to me. Stillness in motion, beyond the reaches of fear. And now I’m beyond them, too. . I think that’s all any of us can hope for in this life: a friend who allows you, in your darkest hour, to copy them breath for breath, Truth for Truth, until you’re more than just surviving on your own— you’re free.
I’m not jet-lagged, you’re jet-lagged. #32hoursnosleep
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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