Tick Tock

​Tick tock; the clock races on…

Seasons change,

You grow older each day,

Sun rises and sets –

Time waits for no one.
Tick tock; time moves forward…

No matter what happens,

 No matter what you say,

Or how much you hurt –

Life continues around you.
Tick tock; scars begin forming…

Thoughts of yourself give rise,

 Tears cry silently in your heart,

You notice an occasional smile  –

Tick Tock, tick tock

You begin to march to your own beat.

Just A Little Hope

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/hopeful/

We hope a little every day about almost everything, it is human to be hopeful….hope for a job, health, wealth, success, love, family, a friend, a home,  etcetera. You get the idea; we as a human race  hope.

Hope is a vehicle that can propel us from one place to another. It can be that which sends us to depression. It is a definition, a perception, and/or a belief. How we act and react determines where hope takes us. We must understand we have a vision for hopes outcome and there are times hope is answered different than our predetermined plan. Our ability to accept the paths we are directed to or adapt with a new choice…a new hope…sends us too new heights or new depths.

So to everyone I HOPE we have minds open enough to accept hope however it takes shape in our lives. Happy New Year!

A small note from me to you

This week has been busy with relocating and all that goes with it. My life right now is not my own to set up, for which I am getting tired of. I am trying to secure employment, find myself, accept the changes, and be grateful for whatever I have.

Some days the faith and hope waiver as the grief and loneliness grab hold. I have discovered this process is long and arduous for me, but I am strong enough to have come this far. Loss of any kind requires a moment or two to feel the sadness, acknowledge it as you realize it’s okay to feel, and then accept it as you give it wings to set it free from your mind.

My loss began with the passing of my spouse carrying through friends who cannot deal, to ending with almost every material belonging we had. There has been some suffering on this part of my journey, but also there is discovery.

Death doesn’t wait for a more opportune time to strike or is it synchronicity of sorts? This is an odd question, but one I must ponder. I have learned I didn’t need so much stuff, memories are contained in the little things, we have to face our fears, being alone allows for changes without direct interference, and the human heart and mind are amazing . I have changed, I will continue to change, and I hope to find my new successes as a result of this healing journey.

I will again begin to finish  and create anew my writing shortly. For now, this moment is for adjusting and accepting. Until we share again – Thanks  for reading, sharing, and following.

Metamorphosis

Standing admist my chaos I question why. Maybe I am being left alone by divine choice. A gift of time to allow me to get to know me. How can I move forward if I carry the baggage from the past and constant worry about the future? Carrying such burdens prevents me from seeing what is present in each moment. I am constantly fighting to balance myself and gain sure-footedness, missing the opportunities and answers in front of me. I need to to sit quietly alone; review my thoughts, opinions, and beliefs to rewrite what is ego and/or false in my present world. Then I can move forward with the new transformation of me…me that will fulfill my divine purpose for this chapter in my life.