Reflections

I'm sitting beside a beautiful brook at the Asheville Botanical Garden. I don't know if it is the Pisces in me, but I almost always find water to be soothing.
Today, I'm struck by the metaphor of the brook to life. Sometimes, the water moves at a leisurely, calming pace. The water is clear to the bottom - nothing scary lurking below. I think this is where I would like to spend my life. Floating along peacefully, feeling carefree and safe.
In other places, the water isn't moving at all - it has become stagnant.  The water is clouded and murky.  Who knows what lies beneath? Who has the courage to stir it up? This happens to many of us as well. We become stuck, unsure of the next step or unable to take it. Perhaps we're afraid. Perhaps we're too content. Whatever the case, it often takes something monumental to get us moving again.
Then it comes: the pouring rain, the flood. Now the water is moving so quickly, we feel swept away. We try to fight against it, but it's useless. We despair, become hopeless. Yet, in the most simple terms, what we need to do in these most alarming of times is relax. Let go. The water will carry us forward. Eventually, we will return to the calm, peaceful flow.
When we accept what is, life moves on. Otherwise, we wear ourselves out by fighting against what is or being afraid of it.
Nature often shows us how to live.
We need only to take the time to stop and observe.

Accession

There is no explanation for some things that happen.  No understanding the why or why not.
Yet there are often treasures hidden within these otherwise painful moments.
   The unexpected gift of love and acceptance from another.
   The discovery of inner strength you didn't know you possessed.
   The realization that, though you are bent, you have not been broken.
Though the wound may be fresh and the pain deep, accept it and move forward.
Trust.  Believe.  Stand strong.  Press on.
There is beauty in every moment.

Today

Today, I am a shell of myself - empty, used up. Nothing to give.  All that I had, taken. Or given up thoughtlessly, without regard for my soul.

Yesterday, I was lighter. A butterfly, taking her erratic flight on a gentle breeze. Not caring where it took her.

Tomorrow?  Who can say? It is a mystery for now. Maybe magical and wondrous. Perhaps ordinary and unexceptional. No doubt, it will be whatever I choose for it to be.

May I choose magic.

The Sixth Sense

I hear you: I lose focus; my mind drifts.
I see you: my heart pounds; my palms sweat.
I smell you: my body trembles; desire pulses through my veins.
I touch you: my legs quiver; I begin to melt.
I taste you: I am overcome with desire; I long for you to take me.
You consume me. I explode in ecstasy.  I am complete.

Hidden things (Duplicity)

At some time or another, we all have to deal with inner conflict.  Some times, things are just not reconcilable.  This is an expression of one such conflict.  I tend to keep things to myself, but they eventually find a way out...

I don't know who she is - I only saw her in my mind's eye.

She does seem to reflect my own feelings today, though.

Touch the earth
                                   Feel it
        Become lost in it
                     Connect with it
                                   To it
Forget yourself
                       In forgetting, remember
       Truth
                       Who you are
                       Why you are here
                       What it is all about
      Laughter
           Love
                Growth
                        Joy 
Become
          Who
                   You
                            Are