Who are you looking for? Who are you hoping to find?
Disappointed by my humanness
my brokenness brings you to doubt
Omnipresent I am NOT
Protector only One
Boxed in by expectations; assailed by whispering tongues
You say this is LOVE
Love is patient ♥ Love is kind
A box that suffocates and wounds
Love does not seek its own
♥LOVE never fails♥
“We all begin and end in darkness – the womb and the grave. We’re here to find and share as much light as we can in between the darkness.” ~ Naomi Esther
My Beginning ~~~
Born on April 1966, in Acatic, Jalisco, Mexico, at home. Pregnancy #15 out of 16, most died of childhood diseases or miscarriages. Seven of us made it to adulthood. Of those seven, two have died, one has been missing since 2009. I am the youngest of them all.
A lifetime of experiences which have left scars and wounds. Passionate about going from victim, not just to “survivor”, but to VICTOR. Learning that life is NOT a sprint, but a long and arduous walk along a road that has twists and bends and highs and lows and ups and downs. Accepting those “extreme lows and down” times.
“Our experiences are seeds: they are useless unless planted and our redemption is what grows from them.” ~ Naomi Esther
Each scar has a story. Learning be fearless about speaking “it” out loud. Learning to remember, without getting stuck in the past. Learning to live in the present, and trusting my tomorrows to the One who is already there.
“Scars – I suppose I love my scars because they have stayed with me longer than most people have.” ~ Nikita Gill
THANK YOU to all the follows and the likes. Grateful to share this life journey with you all. Grab some water…the journey continues ❤
“…A short optimistic quote isn’t cheap. It can be forged in pain and have the strength of survival. It can reframe your whole perspective…”
No longer curled up in the womb
Held down, yet free falling
protective waters…gone
these waters threaten to drown
Tunnel to freedom…now an unending corridor
Gestation had a time limit…does this?
Scrambled mind. Motionless “pen”. Therefore I rest, and leave you with a quote:
“The pen is the tongue of the mind.” ~ Horace
WordPress just informed me that I have reached 50 follows. Wow! I am humbled!
Thank you! I don’t consider you “followers”. We are all sojourners in this life journey ( The Journey Begins ). I am honored to walk this journey with such great company. Whether you stop by for a visit or stay a while, I am grateful for each and every one of you.
Some of the reasons why I Write… And I Write…
So let’s keep “walking”…the journey continues. Glad to have you along.
gloom within – gloom without
…suffocating…
Binding cords
…unrelenting…
strength within – strength without
…captivating…
Because something about putting down words on a page and watching them take form does something for my brain, my thoughts, my emotions. Because the words have suffocated me long enough. Because it releases more, so much more. AND I write simply because I love it 😀
“Step into a scene and let it drip from your fingertips.” ~ MJ Bush
Postcard perfect,
what lurks around the corner?
Skewed perspective,
not content with what you have.
That smile, that giggle, that look,
take it all in, stop looking to the side.
The grass where you’re standing
is exactly where you need to be.
The special day was fast approaching. Ms. Thang was a buzz getting herself ready for the big day. Perfect dress, shoes to match. Let’s not forget the jewelry to bling up the attire. Hair and nail appointment inked on the day runner.
Sitting with a friend, much talk about the many things that still needed her attention, a suggestion, “Hey, spanx would make your dress fit “perfectly”. Don’t get me wrong, it already looks really good, but that extra touch, well it would just be fiu-fiu!” AND, hey, who doesn’t want to look “photoshopped” (at least one day)?
Ms. Thang set out to find the “infamous spanx”. Having no clue, knowing nothing about this piece of garment that would put her outfit over the top. Asked at a few places, but still unable to find this perfect garment. Finally, she arrives where the gal behind the counter doesn’t look at her like, “are you from Mars, lady?” This nice gal shows her a few pieces(literally) and gives her some pointers. Ms. Thang heads into the dressing room with two pieces in hand.
Queue the “OMG, I CAN’T BELIEVE IT’S NOT BUTTER” song…wait, different commercial…anywho…IT WASN’T PRETTY =8-0
Ms. Thang was resolved to at least get one of these pieces of perfection past her thighs. So she tried the one that went over her head. Good move, don’t you think?
She pulled, yanked…breath…pull, yank…ouch…more pulling, more yanking…OMG, it’s stuck!!! Paralyzed by this “rubber band” around her. Out of breath! In a position of a football umpire announcing a goal (the images are scandalous). Many thoughts went through her head. One was, “I’m going to be found naked, strangled by a piece of cloth, a vicious cloth at that!” My husband is going to get the call, “Mr. Thang, your wife was found dead. Killed by spanx!”
How she managed to “get away” is still a very dark mystery. The good news is that she lived to tell about it. By the way, the dress fit just fine without this precious garment, thank you very much.
And, so the “rolls” ran free! Yes, “photoshopped” is not the only way to fly 😉
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