stop….stop it….stop it right now. yes you heard me…stop all the well wishes. you are smothering me with kindness….not healthy, uplifting kindness, but sappy stinking putrefying kindness….the end that erodes determination….that threatens the very fabric my being. my strength is a combination of grit and grind….of Zack Randoph….ooop there it is …….
hot water, perhaps
electricity, maybe
love and friendship, yes
Lonell made stockings
her fingers taped in bandaids
Christmas in July
darkness engulfs me
the moon hides behind the spoon
wheres the damn cow now?
precious few arrive
at deaths door without regret
leave it now, repent
I curl into me
swaddled in my bed cocoon
and awaken unto thee
stagnant energy
accumulated in excess
breathed out as gray smoke
Beyond the moons gaze
farther than the eye can see
love draws you to me
Worry. “Are you worried,” I ask myself. My reply, “would it help?” Answer – “Never. It never helps to worry.” Que sera sera. Whatever will be will be. The world is not ours to see. Que sera seat
As I soften, I realize life is so much more than the effort I put into it. As I soften, I realize that love is all that matters. As I soften, I am coming to love myself as I do my husband, my children, my grandchildren and my friends, treating myself as the greatest love of my life. As I soften, I feel a tenderness toward myself and others. I am cultivating a deeper appreciation of the differences that, rather than separating us, actually draw us into communion. As I soften, I am listening to the other’s Soul rather than just hearing the words. As I soften, I have less fear and more joy. I do not want to die, but I accept its ultimate inevitability. I am, as we all are, infinite and, at the same time, mortal.
““We do not need to grieve for the dead. Why should we grieve for them? They are now in a place where there is no more shadow, darkness, loneliness, isolation, or pain. They are home.” John O’Donohue
As soften, any illusion of a perfect world or perfect health falls away. What is left you may ask? The mystery of life filled with wonder, intimacy and compassionate forgiveness.
Writing into the Light 