Crown

I was born in days

When candy was exchanged for

A coin grasped tightly in my hand.

Technology was years away

From being in every home in every land.

I was born in days where I could cycle

To friends and to the park.

I was born when eagles soared the sky

And we could stay outdoors after dark.

I grew up with parents still alive

And their parents

And their parents too.

I grew up with a sister to hold my

Hand.

I grew up with a sun in the sky

And a moon after dark.

I’m all grown up now.

The same sun is beating down

And our moon –

Our moon still comforts as time delivers

A glowing silver crown.

Shapes

I cannot get the shape to fit, what am I doing wrong?

I press and push to no avail, it will not yield my touch.

Ponder, question, wonder why, how to bend the form to will?

It is not the shapes, my child, that need to change

They are set in shape and stone.

Take what you have, the clay and sand – and work the world around

Thoughts and hearts, minds and cares, and see the change abound.

One small piece, one at a time, build on solid ground.

And then one day, you will see, you will find –

The shapes all fit and beauty has been

Found.

Hands On Ground

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Sometimes it can feel that everyone is in on a game except for you. Perhaps you feel that you are the weakest link. That you have played as a team but never scored a single goal. That you have spent more of your time stumbling than actually playing.

Perhaps you have not even stumbled but rather fallen. On the ground with legs in air.

What to do if you find yourself in a situation like this. What do you do if you find yourself kissing the ground? Well. This is an awkward position to be in. And let’s not sugarcoat this. It is not flattering. (Yes, we do care). So there is only one thing to do. Kiss the ground right back, put your hands down, and stand up. Don’t forget to dust off! Because being covered in dust (even whilst standing) is not flattering either.

Hands on ground. This is important. Hands on ground anchors you. It helps find solid ground. It restores your bearings, and helps you find your balance.

Quite often, I find myself stumbling. Not quite in the literal sense, but with words. With interactions. With sentences, and communication. How to communicate effectively? How to interact effectively? How to respond when I have no words? How to speak with authority?

As much preparation as I feel I can do, it still never feels enough. There is still a “gotcha” lying in wait, waiting to trip me up. And I trip often. But, and here’s the thing, I will not be defeated. Hands on ground, dust off, stand up, step forward.

I will not be defeated. In every battle I face, I will be brave. I will overcome. I will be defined not by my failures, but my tenacity. My Passion. My Strength.

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