Thoroughfare

It's been a while. I have missed you like a mother misses her child. I think about you often and hope you know how much I appreciate you in my life. We keep in touch by quick flashes of expression in other social media platforms, but I know it is not enough when you are here with open arms and an open heart on the ready to write it out. Thank you. I feel an indebtedness to the powerful resources you offer me as I look the other way. I pray, a sincere thoroughfare is being created at this very moment with these very words jumping on the surface of the screen onto this boxed set of thought and expression. I have missed your pliability and all the possibilities. I carry you around like an unopened big box of crayons waiting to be opened and used in the best way possible.

We exchange and share ideas with words and take them personally as if we own each letter that forms each thought and expression. Places words take us and bring us back to, with each personal custom made to order and fit our needs in a moments notice or without notice, like when one speaks before thinking which can cause problems, when you realize you should not have said something, after you say it.

Sincerest apologies for not connecting with you on a regular basis. It has been too long since we have sat together and complimented each other as nicely as we could. Moving forward and away from recent lack of posts into time to reflect on things, life, love, loss, light, darkness, doubt, despair, faith, hope, Grace.  I knew it would feel great to be in here with you again, I was right. Sigh. Thank you💗

Just Do It

Just Do it or Don't do it. To Do List's, the Do's and Don’ts, Do this, that or the other thing. To Do or Not to Do. To be or not to be. You ask a question not expecting a satisfying answer but still you ask; "What's next?" "What do you do, how and when do you know and for whom, where and why exactly?”

There is a risk in remaining true to yourself if you are different, you set yourself up for harsh judgement; just being you presents the chance of misunderstandings mistaken as insignificant, unworthy of respect. One wonders how in the world things happen, are said or done to interfere with appreciating the importance and unique nature of each person. Corrosive factors inhibit the heart from thriving in pure lavish light while the soul continues its quest for simple elegant quiet, peace.  Just Be, I’ll be me while you are busy being you.

It requires extra effort for healthy perspective when what you want to do and where you find yourself, are not in sync. The desire for doing something different and being somewhere else evokes a longing, a restlessness to go beyond the moment, to imagine the possibilities of everything in every second, each experience and spoken or written word drenched with the potential of creating something positive, negative or neutral. Creative juices flow, brainwaves rush to the shore of expression or become dormant, lost in a wasteland of good ideas and inspiring heart-felt thoughts. The capability to encourage one another and fine-tune our own lives,  to cultivate goodness or stunt it is ours.

We do well then to simply; Be, I'll be me, you be you scooby-doobee-super-doobee you, living peacefully ever after ~