the person who created these plans –
seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years ago –
is not the same person tasked to see them through, to implement.
we change,
circumstances change,
things do indeed fall apart and become undone.
still, we continue to plan, to trust.
why?
perhaps to move us, our Life forward and upward, toward something –
ever evolving –
running away from the now to the perceived better –
or so we assume, so we want to desperately believe.
Dear Penni,
do re-member
Who You Are!
Do not allow
the scorn and
insecurity
of others
diminish Your Light,
trigger self-doubt,
leaving you so stressed
the right side of your face
is trembling,
eyes lowered filling with tears,
posture folded in,
appetite lost,
feeling unappreciated
and misunderstood.
Do re-member
Who You Are!
Our world needs your
shine and smile.
There’s also
a husband
and children
to consider –
your priorities,
above all else –
most especially-
the work
you abhor
that elicits
such a degree
of distress
you can lo longer ignore.
Re-member
Who You Really are-
see You
through You.
it is discouraging
and sad
to me
to see
Human Faces–
half obliterated –
nose, checks, mouth and chin –
well hidden,
swallowed,
by a mask
in the name of
protection.
relenting to fear and paranoid,
we separate,
decide it best not to congregate.
instead
stock, lock and cover up.
there is, of course,
a place for
diligence and precaution.
however,
when does it cross that delicate line,
demolish trust,
become too much,
threaten our humanity
to the point
we forget Faces
and
our inter-dependency?
I hit The Wall
today;
ran right into it –
mind, body and Spirit – splat!
Hit it so hard,
the tears came
tumbling down,
suddenly,
out of seemingly nowhere.
A deluge –
in public no less!
“What is this?” I cried,
trying desperately
to cover and hide.
A rare occurrence
for me-
losing control,
forced to surrender,
pause,
look,
pivot
and reconsider
choices made,
examine
subconscious motivations,
and
the allowance
of subtle intimidation.
At their core,
in their essence –
WoMen and Men –
how different are they?
are there feelings
in a WoMan
that a
Man
cannot access
if he so chose and intended;
if he were allowed to be
who he really is
without the burden
and misconceptions
placed on him
since he a little boy child?
same with WoMan-
are there feelings and thoughts
in a Man
that a WoMan could not
understand
and express
if she felt free,
less tightly contained,
and truly seen?
We’re Human –
is all –
the masculine and the feminine,
Light and Dark.
Yin and Yang,
the need for Love,
for gentle touch,
in all.
Everything else,
a grand illusion
for simplicity
and convenience,
exacting a heavy
societal cost.
It is generating more attention
lately –
The Smile.
It feels as if an urgent message
from The Universe,
a response to a long-forgotten prayer,
a desperate cry uttered
while in the midst of The Abyss.
“Re-member what you are,”
The Universe whispers
delicately in the ear.
With each compliment of
The Smile,
a call for immediate re-alignment
of consciousness.
there will always be
reasons to Grieve:
some pain
some joy
a passing
transition
transformation;
something is
birthed
unfamiliar
uncomfortable
new.
what was known,
no longer is.
there is loss,
an opportunity to grieve
to metabolize grief
to break it down to digestible pieces
and reconfigure into
gratitude
acceptance
presence
wisdom
courage
a remembrance that no thing stays the same.
change, death –
both seen and unseen –
is constant.
Grieve well
let go
so as to fully
let in
through
out.
No blockages
no limitations.
What remains?
spaciousness
for manifestations.
Sometimes, to love someone best is to love them from afar.
It is not to entangle or become entangled into the mundane Mess.
Rather, it is to leave and make space for Self and The Other.
This is especially true for the most sensitive Souls,
the free Spirits and creatives,
the misfits and the misunderstood –
the ones who readily absorb external energy,
in whom the skin is relatively thin and the mind too malleable.
One can be a loner and a lover – different type of love, yes,
and equally as rich, sweet, and intense.
Love and intimacy are too big to be contained, restrained and
forced into a box, told what they are and are not.
A Fish cannot survive on land; it was crafted for the Sea with gills and fins – gills to breathe, fins to swim. It does not have feet or a nose. So, should it blame and belittle it-Self for slapping around and gasping for air on land?
No, what it needs is to be placed in its natural habitat to do what it was specially designed to do and be.
Same with the Human: in order to fully thrive and self-actualize, it must be in the right environment.
Genius – which we all have – does not arise in a vacuum. Energy is and in every-thing. Genius (unlike many humans) understands its worth and, hence, will not make an appearance within a context and circumstance that it knows is less than inviting and motivated by fear and insecurity. Genius is a blessing, a gift, Grace – a precious baby birthed at just the right Moment. Like a newborn, it demands attention and diligence. Genius also requires courage – the strength to move aside, to not hide or play small, to re-member what you really are in a world that would rather you forget.
What happens to Genius deferred, the Bird caged with wings clipped, the Human placed in the sea and asked to sing?
to march to the beat of
One’s Own Drums,
to imitate no one,
to innovate
from a place of deep faith
and confidence-
such a mandate
is not for
the faint
in Heart.
it takes courage
to be free,
to be the You
that often only You can see,
to be unique, a bit of a mystique
in a world of followers and shamers.
we were made in God’s image,
reflections of The Divine, The Most High
one and onlys are we –
wonderfully crafted
for a specific purpose and time.
the sake of humanity pleads:
spread your considerable wings!
march to the beat of your very own drums!
no need to compete,
there is more than enough room
for everyone.
Artwork: Walking the Line, Edwin Lester @artistedlester
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