|We are all unique and amazing. With this notion bouncing around inside me I offer to the world what I have to share. The words inside my head have reached to overflowing and in an attempt to keep from exploding I have taken to writing. What follows is the result of purging my mind. If you like what you see, SUBSCRIBE at the top of the page.|
TruthDec 1, 2015
my eyes well with tears for my truth looks like no one else's.
Validation, respect, purpose can be looked for and never found until within I find it and match it to that.
Unique does not come in degrees. no matter how hard I fix my gaze I can never see myself, I must know myself unseen.
Yet, we are taught to accept nothing we can not see.
Truth is a matter of perspective and no two of us has the same perspective.
My truth is also untrue... and my eyes well with tears... and my tears stain my face... and my soul shivers inside seeking comfort.
I am butterflyNov 9, 2015
as I age I become new.... the journey has begun..... wings unfolding....
ahead not only learning to fly but learning to land... having been a
creature of the earth for so long it seems strange to consider the
air.... with wings I regard wind in a different way... from the air the
earth which seemed so comfortable becomes something altogether
different... new... new perspectives... new opportunities.... new
information... a new normal... as I once was the earth... I will be the
TodayOct 5, 2015
No one warned me about today, or yesterday, for that matter.
I wonder about tomorrow, yet cannot put much energy to it because I first must manage today.
Was I told that life might get in the way of living?
Did someone ever say the chemicals that make you wonderful could one day drive you mad?
It is today.
We are the same and yet so very different than what we once were.
When did the gravity of life increase to nearly crushing?
When did I become too weak to stand under the weight of living?
When did I start considering giving up?
When did okay become okay?
And striving for wonderful left to others?
When did I forget how to breathe?
No one warned me about today or yesterday, for that matter.
Sacred vs. Sacrosanct.Sep 4, 2015
I have until recently not considered the word sacrosanct. I had held the understanding that when something was sacred it was held in the highest regard. Now I have discovered Sacrosanct. The definition of sacrosanct is something that is extremely sacred. To be held in a higher regard than sacred. I had not considered that there could be more than sacred. My mind is opening to the idea of what is beyond sacred what more there can be. What does extremely sacred look like? feel like? The idea of beyond sacred the reality of beyond sacred rocks my world my physical world, my spiritual world. In my travels I have been to many sacred places experiencing the awe and wonder. I now feel that I am called to discover the sacrosanct places of the world. Just as I was drawn to find the definition of sacrosanct, I feel something deep within me needs me to find these sacrosanct places in the physical world to connect with my sacrosanct soul.
TodayAug 3, 2015
I did not conquer my fears
I did not master the impossible
I fed three hungry angels
I took a deep breath
I sat still and discovered one beautiful thing
and then another and another until I realized beauty had surrounded me.
I felt pain but not enough to make me stop
I found a reason to smile and another and another
eventually I will sleep.
no matter what I wake up to,
no one can take away today.
trash dayJun 16, 2015
it is so easy to get lost in other peoples problems.
wading deeper and deeper thinking it will bring me closer to the end,
when all the while more see my interest and place their problems before me.
stay the course we are told.
must I see it through? even when I know I am on the wrong path?
No! a resounding no.
make mistakes. learn. move on.
fall down. get up. dust off. move on.
our own problems are more than enough for most of us to bear.
I lay my burdens aside. not for others to bear.
It is time to take my trash to the curb, I will place it alongside my recycling.
you may sort through it if you choose but I have discarded it because it is only burdensome to me.
as I release my problems I release me from your problems.
I choose not to fill my house with your trash as I empty my house of my trash.
I identify that this is my way, not the only way.
I turn from the path where others lay their burdens at my feet.
I turn to the fresh mown path, bramble free.
a path illuminated by the radiance of an unencumbered me.