Go Into The Night By Your Guiding Light

In the dark recesses of the mind are the answers and confusions. The truths hidden in the darkest shadows where life struggles to shine, whereas the confusions have light cast upon them readily available to be brought forth as truth in disguise. Our truths have been buried by words and experiences throughout our lives. We tend to see the light on the easiest path to attain; by being agreeable and malleable to what others say, what others expect, and the consequences of how we handle situations because of these.

It is our job to be sure we see the real truths and not those disguises. To question what we know in the silent moments of the night; a time when it is just ourselves and the world is sleeping. Search… search for you, let the light of your soul show you the truths and quiet the ego.

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Sacred Spaces

I have an obsession of sorts for collecting pens and writing pads (I still call them tablets of the non- technological sort). I can get lost in time looking at journals, pens, writing tablets, and books. Pens are not much of an issue any longer as I have found the perfect one after years of searching. However, as I pass by and think to myself, “I need this” it goes home. No regard is given to responsible evaluation as to whether the purchase is necessary because I have to have it. It amuses me when I get home because I will find an intentional purpose for this new purchase and place it neatly among the others. It is not an obsession taking over my space or anything, just once in a while an object catches my attention as I pass by. Rarely do I find such an item during time spent purposely looking at them.

Being that my situation has caused me to significantly down-size I have ‘sacred spots’ now instead of a space designated to creating. These objects are nestled into bookcases, on a desk, and storage baskets in different areas of my home. Some are well used and others are blank waiting for the moment of purposeful inspiration. These spaces seem to be subconsciously placed strategically to be easily accessed and constantly seen from the most comfortable places in my rooms.

My Sacred Spots are modge podge areas of creative inspirations. My Spots nudge me without rhyme or reason to create; Journals, writing tablets, sketch pads, pens, pencils, crayons, paints, markers, and my camera with its accessories….all inspiring even though the outcomes and intents are different. Once one of my prizes catches my attention; I get comfortable, play some music, and let my mind wander, observe, listen, and open…

For now I have no niche in which I create– I just create!
My muse does not discriminate…
Words inspired by or for photographs, words with drawings, or just plain words!

Just reaching out….

I have not posted lately. Actually it has been some time since I posted last. I can give excuses, but there is only one that covers it all. I have once again lost myself which locks my creativity away in my soul. As I have stated on my About Page, this is my individual journey. Some days are easy and some are hard. Some being much harder than others. My life is constantly changing lately while at the same time my mind sees a milestone approaching. The changes are all necessary to move forward from the place I was, but it is also a realization of things past and dreams lost. In any case, they have brought about an emotional upheaval and so many questions I need to answer.

My writing has not stopped as it would appear here. It just has become a private endeavor necessary to sort out the frustration within myself. Grief is something I never imagined to be so complex. As soon as I peel away at its layers and think I have it mastered…. I find myself back in the storm. The storms are not always the same nor are all their appearances able to be foretold. What they do have in common is the need for me to sit with the grief – Feel it and accept it as a part of me; resulting from loving someone unconditionally. Time may never take it completely away, but my prospective seems to change while my life and my person also change.

In these changing times I need to explore and discover all that is happening to my mind, heart, and soul. Maybe on the other side of this storm I will find my words to have a greater wisdom. Please be patient, I  will return. Hopefully more peaceful, wiser, and stronger!

Thank you to all of you who follow along.

Creation

 I create every moment in every day. Be it by changing my appearance, my perception, my dreams, or the choosing of longevity of emotions I feel. All of it changes my opinions and beliefs; They are what create my world.

Everything I experience, from the simple to traumatic, may affect my thoughts, opinions and/or beliefs. It is a personal journey. A journey to be enjoyed. It is meant to change me, for there is no other way to gain wisdom. All of this along with my reactions create who I am. And tomorrow who I am will change, maybe ever so slightly, because of yesterday and the dawn of today.

Precious Boy

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Precious little fingers,

Ten little toes,

Bright eyes and wrinkled up nose.

So alert and aware,

Little expressions light up the room,

And fill our world with bright sunshine.

Little one so perfect,

Little angel sent from Heaven above;

We promise to love you and be grateful…

Every little smeared fingerprint,

Every artistic  piece overrunning it’s page,

Every sleepless night,

And every accomplishment big or small.

We know time will fly;

All too soon you will begin to crawl,

Then you will grow to be so tall.

Our beautiful little boy,

Precious little fingers,

Ten little toes,

Bright eyes and wrinkled up nose.

We love you.

Home Sweet Home

Home an abstract concept —
A feeling swelling from within exuding peace and contentment;
It is a feeling of everything being alright in your world.

Home existed everywhere, as long as we were together —
I no longer feel home anywhere, I am lost;
A gypsy soul longing to find home again.

Home isn’t a place, but a connection –-
Where the sun shines brighter, the birds sing louder, and spring smells sweeter;
It is a peaceful belonging.

Your memories are now shadows surrounding my world–
Protection for the broken painful scars as a soothing salve;
My shelter until I rebuild this place called home.