"...One of these mornings, your gonna rise up singing,then you'll spread your wings,
and you'kll take to the sky.
But until that morning,
There's nothing that can harm you,
with your mommy and daddy standing by..."
Summer time is supposed to be "when the livin' is easy", unless your like me and you have some growing pains to endure. In that case summer can seem hot and miserable as hell.
But, to wallow and to whine
is to act like a snake that has no spine.
Even snakes at some point must shed their skin,
if a old lover leaves,
let a new one in.
This place my loves, this place of release and movement, is a hard place to find on a map! For the last month, I have been driving around in circles. I mourned, prayed, stomped, I cursed, ranted, bemoaned, and then I stopped. I just stopped, sat still and listened and slowly...so very slowly, I came back to myself. I pulled out a yellow legal pad and wrote down every significant thing that had happened to me this year and I realized that if the universe had carefully maneuvered events to get me to a place where I could be used, who was I to doubt the process now?
It was like growing new eyes and hearing for the first time. I had developed, diagnosed, and delivered myself from my own insanity. I called out my shortcomings, for there are many, and I recognized my gifts, for they are great. I began to meditate on new opportunities. While in the dawn of this new awakening, with obstacles showing up days in a row, I noticed a sunset....literally. I looked outside and saw a sunset. So I opened the door and went to bask in its glory.
Sunsets are a peculiar thing, they paint the sky with a journal of the days happenings. Births, deaths, marriages, divorces, endings, and new beginnings all paint the sky with deep oranges, purples, and blues all dancing in and out of one another, saying their goodbyes, and heading into the horizon for the day. And yet, on the other side of the world, the sun is rising, delivering a new day to different people whose tongues utter a different language than our own. The lesson? SPIRIT NEVER STOPS! It moves without our knowing, without our permission, our prayers, our doing anything at all.
Standing there in awe of the majesty, I reflected on what a small part of the big picture I really was and yet, a necessary one nonetheless.
"...one of these mornings, your gonna rise up singing,
then you'll spread your wings, and you'll take to the sky..."
A song has to be written; a good song communicates a worthy experience. Only time and endurance produce both. Wings must grow, and to fly, walking must cease being a good enough way to travel. The universe, the Heavens, my eyes, my limbs, my voice, my family, Mother Nature, all play a role in making sure I am capable to do the work I came here to do and to learn the lesson I came to learn, to sing and spread my wings if you will. Instead of maddening myself with why certain questions show up on a test I knew nothing about, I will endure and await the graduation to the next step. For now, I am thankful for strong parents who are there to steady me and to help teach me the lessons of resilience, and to Spirit for always sending me a sign, sometimes big, sometimes small, letting me know that everything will be fine.
".....But untill that morning, there's nothing that can harm you,
with mommy and daddy standing by...."
and you'kll take to the sky.
But until that morning,
There's nothing that can harm you,
with your mommy and daddy standing by..."
Summer time is supposed to be "when the livin' is easy", unless your like me and you have some growing pains to endure. In that case summer can seem hot and miserable as hell.
But, to wallow and to whine
is to act like a snake that has no spine.
Even snakes at some point must shed their skin,
if a old lover leaves,
let a new one in.
This place my loves, this place of release and movement, is a hard place to find on a map! For the last month, I have been driving around in circles. I mourned, prayed, stomped, I cursed, ranted, bemoaned, and then I stopped. I just stopped, sat still and listened and slowly...so very slowly, I came back to myself. I pulled out a yellow legal pad and wrote down every significant thing that had happened to me this year and I realized that if the universe had carefully maneuvered events to get me to a place where I could be used, who was I to doubt the process now?
It was like growing new eyes and hearing for the first time. I had developed, diagnosed, and delivered myself from my own insanity. I called out my shortcomings, for there are many, and I recognized my gifts, for they are great. I began to meditate on new opportunities. While in the dawn of this new awakening, with obstacles showing up days in a row, I noticed a sunset....literally. I looked outside and saw a sunset. So I opened the door and went to bask in its glory.
Sunsets are a peculiar thing, they paint the sky with a journal of the days happenings. Births, deaths, marriages, divorces, endings, and new beginnings all paint the sky with deep oranges, purples, and blues all dancing in and out of one another, saying their goodbyes, and heading into the horizon for the day. And yet, on the other side of the world, the sun is rising, delivering a new day to different people whose tongues utter a different language than our own. The lesson? SPIRIT NEVER STOPS! It moves without our knowing, without our permission, our prayers, our doing anything at all.
Standing there in awe of the majesty, I reflected on what a small part of the big picture I really was and yet, a necessary one nonetheless.
"...one of these mornings, your gonna rise up singing,
then you'll spread your wings, and you'll take to the sky..."
A song has to be written; a good song communicates a worthy experience. Only time and endurance produce both. Wings must grow, and to fly, walking must cease being a good enough way to travel. The universe, the Heavens, my eyes, my limbs, my voice, my family, Mother Nature, all play a role in making sure I am capable to do the work I came here to do and to learn the lesson I came to learn, to sing and spread my wings if you will. Instead of maddening myself with why certain questions show up on a test I knew nothing about, I will endure and await the graduation to the next step. For now, I am thankful for strong parents who are there to steady me and to help teach me the lessons of resilience, and to Spirit for always sending me a sign, sometimes big, sometimes small, letting me know that everything will be fine.
".....But untill that morning, there's nothing that can harm you,
with mommy and daddy standing by...."