I’ll carry a loving light with me –
I will hold it in my hand
So it can shine forth and
Dispel any darkness that may
Blind me without and
Within
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Outgrown
My old garments fit me no more
So I’ve torn them off
I’d rather be naked –
Vulnerable to the ray of the sun
Than to squeeze my very existence
Into a cloth that no longer fits.
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Journey
It is okay to not know the doors that will open.
And to trust that indeed doors will open.
We will not be stuck in the same room forever.
Our wings will open, our lungs will expand and we
Will be ready to fly.
Finite
We do indeed have a finite number of heartbeats and though it may feel like it will beat forever, sadly or not so sadly, it will not.
And I am reminded of this with my irregular jumping heartbeat that is palpitating in my chest. My Monday trip to the doctor may have to be tomorrow instead.
I Am Love
This morning I could hear my self-talk starting. That critical inner voice that is just so cruel and merciless. And more than that, I could feel my own self-talk.
I felt berated. Angry. Frustrated. Irritated.
Eventually, I confided in a friend. Someone got the better of me. Yes, my friend agreed, someone did get the better of you.
I decided to take some time out to be still. My past actions have all been my own. My decisions have all been made by myself. With my own motives, my own desires, my own uniqueness.
How then did someone get the better of me. They did not. The only thing getting the better of me is my own self-talk.
That cruel, merciless voice.
But that is not me. I was created with love. I was created in a moment of love (or so I’ve been told). I am love.
My Own Path
I’m aware of my thoughts
The cruel self-talk that criticizes
That esteems others higher than myself
And judges my self-worth through those
Who do not matter and do not care
What I may have done
What I might still do
Are all my choice
I am walking my own path
And it is absolutely mine
To walk
Anticipation
Anticipation –
Spine-tingling moments waiting
For your magic touch
Turbulence
Lately I’ve been feeling the need to educate myself on the subject of heart palpitations. My heart at the moment is not plain sailing.
As I type this, there is an airplane overhead. It invokes that feeling of turbulence. If you have ever experienced turbulence you will know what I mean. You could be relaxing in your seat, trying to get some shut-eye, or you could be trying to watch the latest inflight entertainment, when the shaking begins. The seatbelt lights switch on, and everything begins to jump and move and shake. It is an odd, scary feeling. Are we safe? Are we going down. Will it get worse? Will it end. Are we there yet?
That is how my irregular heartbeat feels. Like one turbulent flight. My mother passed from a heart attack at the age of (nearly) 45. My grandmother had a heart condition.
And my (physical) heart of late has turbulence.
Happiness Is
Hot tea
Warm bed
Words to read
😍
Continuation
I looked to others
I looked for love
I looked to fill
My thirsty soul
All others failed
They loved elsewhere
I was stranded
Without air
I stopped awhile
I saw the world
Flowers and blossoms
And did all I could
To cherish life
To be aware
Of moments passing –
Windswept hair
Here today
Gone tomorrow
The cycles continue
Joy and sorrow
Spring and then fall
Night and day
Live every moment
Feel the sun’s rays!
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