emotions are gentle waves lapping the soft warm sand of a sun-kissed beach.
emotions are raging storms that toss the largest ships as if they were a child’s toy.
emotions are tiny bubbles that sparkle and effervesce as giggles that cannot be contained.
emotions are salty tears that drench our cheeks with their relentless downpour.
they are pastel shades of a mother’s love, that overwhelming poignancy of meeting her newborn babe.
emotions speak truth and tell the tallest lies.
they are dark and white, and grey and light.
they are all the colours of the rainbow, and the blackest dream in which to drown.
emotions are life and the only thing that emotions are not
I’ll follow the signs
Where they might lead
I’ll follow the light
Through a jumbled maze
I will trust in the source
That higher power
Of heaven and earth
And the universe
I will trust in grace
For this I know
My Lord loves me –
He loves me so!
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.
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.