Thursday, May 14, 2015

If You Can't Beat Them, Join Them

They say, 'If you can't beat them, join them.' Why do they say that? This old phrase suggests that if we're tired of preventing someone from behaving in an unacceptable way or breaking rules that we believe should be upheld, we may as well just stop striving to turn the tide and instead, jump into that very same ocean and start swimming. What kind of justification is that? I really don't want to play someone else's game, or stoop to their level. However, I am so sick and tired of some people assuming that I have the word "Sucker" or "Stupid" pasted on my forehead that this time round I would have to say it is justified! I am so sick and tired of the bullshit that I am now willing to stoop to their level. I will play their stupid game! They may think they have the upper hand but, surprise, surprise, if they only knew what I know. I may be blonde but I really am not stupid!! It comes down to "Don't play games with a girl who can play better!"


Sunday, May 3, 2015

The Messiness Of Life

Half of me is filled with bursting words and half of me is painfully shy. I crave solitude yet also crave people. I want to pour life and love into everything yet also nurture my self-care and go gently. I want to live within the rush of primal, intuitive decision, yet also wish to sit and contemplate. This is the messiness of life, that we all carry multitudes, so must sit with the shifts. We are complicated creatures, and ultimately, the balance comes from this understanding. Be water. Flowing, flexible and soft. Subtly powerful and open. Wild and serene. Able to accept all changes, yet still led by the pull of the tides. It is enough.



Friday, April 24, 2015

I Need To Know

I feel I am going to regret you...letting myself fall for you. My mind is constantly racing with unfinished thoughts of you filled with both love and uncertainty. I think I might be trapped somewhere in the middle of loving you with my mind or my heart...The uncertainty you leave me with clouds my thoughts with everything I do throughout the day and I can't silence them. I wish I could look into your eyes more intensely...I might be able to see truth or deceit in them, but I don't think it's so black and white with you...Your emotions push and pull inside of you just as mine do, but if I could see what exactly is controlling their direction, I'd be okay. Maybe I missed something...Maybe you've already shown me the answers I need and my heart is too stubborn to accept them. I do know I cannot keep silent anymore. Any crack I see in you, I'll explore. I have to...I need to know.



Thursday, April 23, 2015

Where's Your Fire

I used to extinguish under the weight of living, but one day, I reached into my chest, dusted off my courage, and asked myself, "Where's your fire?".


Wounds

We are not meant to stay wounded. We are supposed to move through our tragedies and challenges and to help each other move through the many painful episodes of our lives. By remaining stuck in the power of our wounds, we block our transformation. We overlook the greater gifts inherent in our wounds, the strength to overcome them and the lessons we are meant to receive through them. Wounds are the means through which we enter the hearts of other people. They are meant to teach us to become compassionate and wise.

Saturday, April 18, 2015

The Things I Love

I love the first sip of coffee in the morning.

I love seeing the sun rise and the sun set.

I love a full moon and starry night.

I love sleeping in on a Sunday morning.

I love the smell of a freshly mown lawn.

I love the clean, fresh smell after a rain shower.

I love the stubble of beard on a man's face.

I love the feeling a good song evokes.

I love reading someone else's words and finding a connection in them.

I love getting lost in a good book.

I love sitting at a coffee shop just people watching.

I love the ocean and the feel of the fine sand between my toes....and those are just a few things that I love.




I Will Always Care

I will always be there for anyone who needs me. I will always be a helping hand or listening ear, because I know what it's like to believe that no one cares. I know what it's like to feel alone, suffocated in your own thoughts. I know how just one person can change someone's life. I am here for anyone who needs me, just to prove that compassion still exists. I am here for you.