Seasons of Change

The past few years have brought seasons of enormous changes. Some embraced with joy, some fought and kicked against with all my strength. For anyone with the patience to read through any of these posts, please know they are from my heart. Should God use them to encourage you on your journey, I would be thrilled. The help and encouragement I have received along the way, has brought forth a fount of creativity in a voice and spirit which is fully ME and not the me I always thought I should be.

After this initial deluge of posting, due to some free time, the posts will be sporadic and in proportion to the amount of courage I have regarding knowing others might view my writings!

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BLISS


Running gear on, my shoes all laced up,
My poor body groans, I’m not a young pup!
Thousands of worries clutter up my mind,
World news, finances, my own daily grind.

But, a dirt road leads to an arm of the lake.
Anticipation grows with each step I take.
My senses enlivened by scent, light and sound,
I halt in my tracks to gaze all around.

A giant blue heron, disturbed, now take wing.
An amazing orange oriole flutters and sings.
Among the acrid marshes, little ducks dive and glide,
And birds flee the bushes as I chuff along side.

This evening so magical, so poignantly sweet,
Draws me into this moment, this second so fleet.
My spirit is grateful and I pause to look up.
I am choosing rich blessings from the Creator’s cup.

Choosing this very moment…
Bliss.

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MID-LIFE

She wears a straitjacket,
quite neatly hidden under an acceptable facade.

She wears a straitjacket,
a perfect fit; snugly and comfy from years of wear.

She wears a straitjacket.
The straps are labeled: control, fear, shame,
criticism, unmet expectations, guilt.

She wears a straitjacket,
so very neatly hidden under a perfectly controlled,
always acceptable facade.

No one knows...know one ever guesses...
and she would never admit...beneath her facade,
all she wants to do is...
dance...Create...and...SOAR!

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AFTER ALL...JOY

May I remind you? Have you forgotten?
You are undeserving, you know.
Others may deserve joy, but, after all,
you are not what you should be and you know it.

Just look at the rubble you've created, after all.
Remember the unmet goals,
unfinished projects,
unfulfilled expectations,
imperfect emotions...
and you expect joy?

Really now, who are you kidding?
After all, only the powerful,
the driven,
the successful
deserve joy.

Yes, you may have some noble attributes:
intuitive compassion,
sensitivity,
empathy,
a passion for beauty.
Nothing stellar,
mere signposts on the road to nowhere.
As for joy, you have to earn it!

I falter...I...Stop!! Stop right here and breathe!
Touching the silence in my soul,
the glowing core of my very being
strengthens with each breath.
The Past is enveloped by Present light. And,
after all,
my accuser does not have the final say.

In the accuser's silence, my soul allows God-words;
words of unconditional love, compassion and healing.
Words whispered in spirit language flow through my senses,
leaving healing in their wake. I listen and I choose.

I choose joy...after all.