So much to learn. You would think the older you became the less lessons in Life you would get, not true. Every day, all day the lessons are thrown at us from all angles. It can be personal, which is most of the time, tribal which includes your personal body of family including friends and of course worldly.
Lessons come in all forms, like birth, death and politics. Family politics is the most challenging for me. Wake up I say to me, wake’s up and view today in a better way. The mirror in the morning can be a very productive place for redeeming one self or judging the same.
I sometimes spend a few moments while coffee is brewing and tell myself all kinds of advice. Some of it is incriminating and other is just stuff. Do this, don’t act that way any more, make sure you don’t attract attention etc. and so forth. Always try to be true and real I say to that other figure in her pj”s your will get goated if not. Your smart or is it SMRT!
The only thing I always forget is to be present. Being present is saying good morning. Representing you to the other you in a right here kind of way. No senario’s or wishful thoughts attatched to the days activities, just an awareness on what the day may bring.
I learn someday’s, we all do and then somedays we do drop the ball. Have a bad hair day for a change, forget to get what you thought you would buy for supper and wing it. Surprise yourself with some instantaneous laughter. Make fun of your mistakes and they become nothing. No drama lama.
Believe in the fact that the past cannot be replicated, repeated or regenerated in the exact same way. Understand that the future cannot evolve from a place of dreaming, only from the present moment. Give yourself 5 minutes of silence in your mind, practice mindfulness and meditate on your walks. Nature provides us with so many clues.
Say hello to the person in the mirror and say to that person “I Love YOU”
Many a night I ponder, many a night I think, many a night I dream the dreams the angels forgot to take.
Night dreams, nightmares reality checks. Our psyche is like us being stranger in a strange land. How do we ponder what our minds can’t absorb. What is real or is it all real. Recording dreams can give us an insight into who we are as our greatest selves or worse adversaries. Who are you and why do you dream.
I am a dream weaver. Tell me your dreams.
I’m not done yet. I won’t even take the time to define me. I am undefinable. You can try but I will describe myself differently. You may say I am old and you could be right. I will let you know that age is a number and my number isn’t up yet. Ask me, ask me to describe myself. I would paint you a picture with soluble paint. I would change my clothes often, smile different, be thoughtful and kind even though you say I look angry. Interpretation is a mystical thing.
Mirror, mirror make me a wish. Can you ask the mirror to do that? When does the fear come and colour your mirror foggy or grey? Does it make you look fat, skinny, sad or happy? Is your mirror truthful?
I am a changeling, life doesn’t define me only I can describe me. Believe there is always a way, always a choice, always a chance to change the definition you give yourself. Believe in the human, understand the desires of the spirit, breathe in the soul.
Do not label, define or indulge in the judgements of mankind. We are unique, we are beautiful and we are still misunderstood.
I cannot wait for tomorrow to come. Why be in the moment? Fully present, what gift does that give you? All I have to do is sit back relax and wait until tomorrow.
So many things to do. Tomorrow will give me a better perspective, the “thing” may even go away. It never does though, it sometimes surrenders temporarily, always coming back like a feed back loop. Its hard sometimes to pull an arrow out of your butt.
Who wants clarity? I actually do. Naked in the light of a consciousness that gives me awareness. Maybe I could take a bath and submerse myself in self pity instead. Who wants to go no where, I don’t.
Being me is hard, being me is trusting in my present moment. Being me is taking off the constricting mental clothing and looking in the mirror. I choose to stop blaming.
Choice, Challenge, Change. My mantra. To choose is the reason we are, to challenge is the human we become, change is the chance we take in every present moment.
I want to be inspired,
I want to be inspired
I want to be inspired.
Maybe I just need to sit on a pinpoint
Feel the pain of inspiration where it counts most.
The moment the pin pricks the nerve and sends the message
Is there another way?
The initial pain is the intuitive thought as it enters your mind
sending a signal to believe.
a pick of retrospective should be enough.
Those loud voices, like needles, puncturing the attitudes.
Telling me to decide.
Inspire Inspiration expire expiration.
In one I believe and in one I am relieved.
Open a book and read
Open your mind and believe you are.
I am inspired
I am inspired
I am inspired
So the chalkboard says.
Who are you?
Are you a precondition or a preconception?
Do you do you?
Do you fake you?
What could possibly be the reason?
Conditions are conditioning in constraining a creditable outcome.
Conceptions could be admirable in a request for attention.
Which one are you?
What happens when you do either,or?
I can't imagine myself as either.
I'm just a premonition.
The space between our thoughts. The area of our discontent. The arena of multi avenues in which we travel, constant in motion yet going no where in time.
The space between what does it hold? Why does it hold too much?
This space is about holding onto nothing. Its about being in the moment with no particular reason for being there. Its an empty house and a full heart.
This space in-between where everything is there yet nothing is important enough to engage you in a quandary of misconceptions. There are no stories to tell yourself.
A space where we can breathe. We can take in all we know and all we perceive and give it a voice. A voice that tells us to let go, not to worry and to find peace there.
Its a clean house, where not only is everything gone but it holds an emptiness that states you don’t have to come back again and again. You know you have done a good job of packing up and removing unwanted thoughts. Don’t ask them to return, its useless to invite them for they will take over when you least expecti them.
A space between thoughts is movement. Its an ongoing process of clearing out and being real. We have a space to learn, to accept and to be authentic. A space to believe we can accomplish something positive without second guessing ourselves. A room that is and is not, only there when we need to be in it then we lock the door and leave.