〉〉〉 S – C – A – R – S 〈〈〈
each with a story of it’s own
joyful & traumatic – bitter & sweet
visible & invisible – physical & emotional
other inflicted & self inflicted
by strangers, by loved ones, by self
〉〉〉 S – C – A – R – S 〈〈〈
some repulse, others bring a smile
stories of heroism, stories of survival
freely spoken, cautiously guarded, safely hidden
〉〉〉 Scars are part of LIVING 〈〈〈
Motivation Monday! How does one wrap it’s brain around such a lively subject? How does one who lives in a constant state of blah, get motivated to even move? Who would stand in line to watch a dud? Who would pay money to see a flop? Yeah, no headlines here!
The come-back-kid. The rags to riches. The from nothing to somethings are the ones who get the applause, the adulation, the pats on the back. Never disappointing. Always pushing through.
What if the dark abyss is more inviting? What if it beckons one to enter in and never look back? What if in the midst of all the colors of the rainbow, grayness is ones go to spot? Do I repulse you? Do I annoy you? Do I disappoint you?
Can you fix me? Can you pull me out? Do you even want to try…anymore? Like a sling, always coming back to the same-ol-blah.
…What if I’m just…Me
What if I don’t break any records or become famous or stand before crowds
What if contentment is just being “here”
What if I’m not keeping up with the Joneses or trying to be like the Kardashians
What if fulfillment is just being “present”
What if I stopped regretting yesterday or fearing tomorrow
What if joy is for today…?
Perspective – Perspective – Perspective
“Teach us to realize the brevity of life,
so that we may grow in wisdom.” ~ Psalm 90:12
Events. Markers. Symbols ~ Etched. Created. Memorialized ~ Planned. Unplanned. With a plan and a purpose. The depth of their meaning incalculable. Transcending time and space. Creating an intricate canopy by the Master’s Hand. The mystery and beauty of it all.
The appointment abruptly set. A good thing given the instability of the mind. Yet, the symbolism of it all did not escape her mind. This long awaited event was happening on the very next day of A Step Forward.
Surrounded by love and support she walked into a place she had never dreamed. The appointment. The artist. The design. All pre-ordained. No vacillating. Resolved. Secure. Surreal.
In a cloud the process began. The gentle hand of the artist inflicting a welcomed pain at every stroke. Her mind swimming in beautiful memories of her beautiful girl. Oh, how she loved her! The searing pain of her absence always present. Awakened from her trance by the words, “all done”.
Gasp! It’s done! The sense that “this” has been there all along. Now visible to the naked eye.
A Butterfly ♥ the earth bound worm unraveled, transformed, set free. Able to fly, to soar on heights beyond human reach. New creation. Metamorphosis. Shedding mortality, to be clothed in immortality. Freedom. Life. Hope. Fullness of Joy.
Music Notes ♥ her love of music. her beautiful voice. her love to worship her King. her last melodies and us singing together as her final day drew near.
Angie ♥ her name!!!!!!!!!!!!
♥A wrist marked by love ~ Depth beyond the grave♥
Spring is here! There are signs of re-birth all around. Birds fill the air with their melodious songs. Life. Hope. Fullness of Joy.
The sound of the pounding waves ~ ~ calming…soothing
drowning out my weary soul
Pounding, wave after wave ~ ~ crashing…soothing
at the break of dawn…sunrise ringing in a new day
His mercies are new every morning
a welcomed sight to my numb soul
The vastness of these waters cannot drown out love
it magnifies it
it amplifies it
Take it in, oh hurting soul…drink deeply and be refreshed
I like routine, however, I am continually learning to not be as rigid. This week I’m attempting to get back into the semblance of a regular gym schedule. That being said, here we go with a long overdue Gym Rant. Yes, who needs Another Gym Rant? I say, “we all do!” Cause, humor and sarcasm are just so therapeutic 😉
“The kids” are back in all it’s splendor. Maybe it’s Spring Break, maybe it’s boredom. Two “little-boys” barged into the steam room. You’d think they had ants in their pants. Their silly antics just did not match their physic. They grumbled and complained about how hot it was and how horrid that steam was. Seriously?!?! It’s not like someone has you locked in here! One had a cough that just wouldn’t quit. I was ready to see a lung or two on the floor any minute. Did he cover his mouth? Why, NO!!! That would be too much, like right.
Tarzan was back in the pool. I figured cheetah would arrive any minute given his loud screeches. Was he auditioning for something? What did those screams and shouts exercise? I’m thinking bigger ear plugs are needed :-0
The singing biker was filled with melodies. Maybe the high pitch voice had something to do with them tight daisy-duke-shorts. Maybe he is practicing for an audition? I don’t know, but someone should inform him that those sounds coming out of his mouth are pure torture to those around him…just sayin 8-/
Yes, the freaks really do come out at night (Sights & Sounds), AND I have run into them all!
Howdy y’all 😀
Checking in. Thankfully I have been “gone” but not “down”. It’s been a busy few weeks of memories in the making.
Out of town visitor. Sight seeing. An extremely meaningful birthday marker and celebration. A destination wedding. Meaningful markers and symbols. Guiltless steps forward. Twirling the dance floor with my love. Laughter. Clarity of mind. Awe inspiring views…
March is here. We finally have sunshine and blooms all around. Birdies are singing beautiful melodies.
Writing has been abated, but not forgotten. Routine and discipline are needed, BUT not at the cost of time spent with my family. Changes, changes…always learning to prioritize. The journey continues…