good

life is good. sweet. peaceful. i pray for countless days like this.

slipped away

She approaches, tears in her eyes, contemplating the moment when her emotions got the better of her - when hurt crept in and crept up; containing it no longer an option. But what can she do? There is no where to hide.

She continues on and hopes no one will notice. Everyone so absorbed by their own tasks, trials, thoughts. Or, does she pray that someone will notice and save her from her despair?

She nears, tears in her eyes. I contemplate her position letting her pass me by. I watch as she walks away, torn. I've let her pass me by too many times to count. So many struggling, close enough to touch, whom I've let slip away.

Forgive me for letting you go.

ssshhhhh

low rhythms sound in my head.
the soft buzz of my laptop, the purr of my cat. the hiss of the heating system as it kicks in...my breath.
louder than all of them is the sound of my voice.
bouncing off the walls of my mind, my mental dialogue never ceases. conversations i have with my self are sometimes more exciting than those i have with other people...go figure. clearly i entertain myself. but when does it stop? how do i quiet the incessant chirp of my own voice? and why is it that i sound so much better on the inside?

sssshhhh....sssshhhhh...sssshhhhhhh - that's what i tell myself. some things are better left unresolved. some issues are better left in the hands of God, the only One who can help to resolve them. answers will come.

i know i will not hush my inner voice but i can limit my banter to the small stuff and leave the bigger things to Him.

life

i sit and i attempt to craft a pretty poem with pretty words but it does not come. i scribble and strike, i type and delete. there are times when pretty words just won't do. there are times when crafting should be left to artists. i am no artist.

i see, i feel, i write.
i live, i love, i am.
i hurt, i fear, i regret.
i cry, i laugh, i embrace.
i want, i need, i create.
i speak, i act, i exist.

...and this is what is at the heart of the matter.

little heroes

innocent little faces. faces of hope and trust. faces of warmth and love. faces that provoke thoughts of future. faces that inspire hope.

dirty little faces. what do little children care of what others think? what do little children care of what "looking good" means? what do little children care of anything but freedom. carefree exuberance.

my little heroes. living life from a place adults have long lost.

we are seeds

a seed, carefully planted can still only survive with adequate nourishment. Rich soil to dig roots into, water to quench its thirst. Sun to welcome it to thrive and shade in which to rest. sound familiar?

Hello

Next time you walk down the street, into any crowded area, be mindful of your gaze. Do you walk with your head high and eyes connecting with people as you make your way to your destination or do you walk head low, using the space around your feet to ensure you aren't about to stumble into someone, looking up long enough to check your location. When you walk head high, are your eyes hidden behind sunglasses or are they shadeless, free to connect with those in your path?

Sometimes, when my confidence is low, when my day has been beset with trials I avoid such contact. Sometimes, when I can't be bothered to care, I avoid such contact. But I challenge you, to do the uncomfortable. I challenge myself.

When I walk head held high I'm filled with a sense of confidence. I take a deep breath and bask in it. Locking eyes with people along the way or just admiring the diverse and beautiful world we live in. Its uplifting. If you can, give someone a smile, a nod. We are so used to living in our own limited world, do the unexpected and it may just make someone's day. You'll never know what your missing until you meet the world and say hello.

far away places

in far away places, time stands still.
time, notoriously relentless on city streets, edges to a stop. the pace slows, slows, slows and life begins.
in far away places, when time stands still, every day becomes clearer, crisper, real. the tick tock of the clock quiets and peace dawns.
i want to stay in those far away places, i grow tired of trying to out-pace time. a race too hard to win on city streets is not even a memory there.

writing life

life. disjointed, fragmented. the beauty of imperfection. the beauty of the journey. how could we lavish in the magnificence of this world, if not for cloudy days? i, like the rest, stumble. i, like the rest, am made up of a long series of rights and wrongs, of successes and failures, of poignant exchanges over time. the rich history of my construction, unfolding, chapter after chapter. a history who's end is not written but will continue to unfurl. what a beautiful world this is we live in, in which each one of us is an author.

i give it up to the universe

surrender. relinquish control. set it free.

i awoke, my slumber cut short. i fought it, i fought to go back there. the black, blind night, the deep rejuvenating breathing, peace. take me back, return me to thoughtless slumber. put the inner workings of my mind in the hands of the divine and leave me to rest. my thoughts and prayers are better off there. release them from my mind which exhaustingly tosses and turns them, rejecting my attempts to sleep.

knowing there is no better way, i surrender.

the hokey pokey

am i moving? or am i standing still? the world seems to move faster than i can even take note of. but i stand here. my feet planted, moments passing me by like the enterprise hitting warp speed. is it a figment of my imagination? or is it time for me to get with the program.

Dedication

Life runs in cycles of ups and down. I have found that it can be so easy to get derailed to lose sight of things. Relationships new and lost, success and failure, resignation...even the weather!! All these things can cause us to forget our purpose. But we are stronger than we think. We beat ourselves down over the things we should be doing and are not, for all the little things we think we’ve relinquished while in the throes of our emotions. Meanwhile we don’t recognize that our battle with ourselves exemplifies the fact that we haven’t lost sight of our purpose, we are simply fighting to get back to it. And the only way we seem to know how to treat ourselves is badly, instead of giving ourselves credit for working our way through. Half the time we are not as far off our path as we think we are if one was to examine their everyday. Don’t forget the little things that define us. How we treat those around us. How we love our family and friends. the good deeds we do. We are dedicated!! We persevere! We must continue to walk our path, detours are acceptable!! We might just find enlightenment around one of those corners.

missing

your eyes defy you.

often times the person you see is not the being that lies within. our bodies, merely a shell, a casing, a defense. inside you will find the heart, that which only a chosen few will ever see or know. our most significant task is and has always been to crack the shell and burrow in.

search and find and make yours that treasure we all seek, that which too often our eyes miss.