"...don't waste it away...don't look at it like it's forever. Between you and me, I can honestly say, that things can only get better."
For some reason, those lyrics continue playing over and over again....go figure.
Saturday, April 02, 2011
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Ring of Fire
If you watch carefully, sometimes you can see a dark storm brewing behind her tight grin. Faintly, as she drops her gaze, you might hear a quiet cry of disappointment or resentment. It can be mistook for disinterest, but the words that follow the gaze will indicate how much disappointment or resentment resides in the fibers. The words can be sharp, slicing into the false negatives that linger in the air, or, they can be defiant and proud, standing firm like a brick wall to prevent penetration or seepage of further hurt and ridicule - a personal manifesto outwardly displayed with a chin tilt upward and a lift in the carraige.
Despite the momentary win of the battle, the war rages on within the mind. The heart knows not how to rectify the slight wound but the scar tissue surrounding it will see to it that it is protected. And the storm that churns beneath the permeable layers may rise and fall with the tides of rain.
Despite the momentary win of the battle, the war rages on within the mind. The heart knows not how to rectify the slight wound but the scar tissue surrounding it will see to it that it is protected. And the storm that churns beneath the permeable layers may rise and fall with the tides of rain.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
"She's Waiting"
Waiting is not always passive. It can be rather active.
We sat there, on two chairs, facing the young TKD kids class going on. Both of us were tired from the talk-fest of the night before. We had the desire to get on the mat and play, but we waited. The snacks we had consumed earlier we given a bit more time to seep into our bloodstream. A 'zap'to the 'behind the ear pressure point', done by "Ken", opened my eyes to a brighter view. The Celebrex we each consumed early that morning, without the pulmonary embolism side effects, was still adrift in our muscles. We eventually got on the mat...sure as not to 'show off' to the less fortunate people that don't know or get to play Hapkido.
Actively Waiting is synonymous with preparation. There is no idle. There is no pause or stall. One's mindset determines the flow of one's body; direction; choice. How one maneuvers through life can be a result of 'active waiting'. I realized upon returning to my apartment last night, that, waiting has been an issue with me. I have focused too much on the tiny view on the blurry horizon that I have missed some great things, which were quite visible, standing before me.
The rest of my life will be actively waiting for things to occur in their due time. And once they appear...I'll have prepared myself to receive them.
Waiting for the right moment can be quite pleasurable. Being able to not force an issue or create an internal havoc when it comes to a self-imposed time-line was freeing. I "waited" for quite a few things this past weekend. Some blatantly obvious and others, trivial and metaphoric. As I sit here in the quiet of my apartment, the thought of waiting is no longer scary. Slightly bittersweet, but nonetheless, sweet.
We sat there, on two chairs, facing the young TKD kids class going on. Both of us were tired from the talk-fest of the night before. We had the desire to get on the mat and play, but we waited. The snacks we had consumed earlier we given a bit more time to seep into our bloodstream. A 'zap'to the 'behind the ear pressure point', done by "Ken", opened my eyes to a brighter view. The Celebrex we each consumed early that morning, without the pulmonary embolism side effects, was still adrift in our muscles. We eventually got on the mat...sure as not to 'show off' to the less fortunate people that don't know or get to play Hapkido.
Actively Waiting is synonymous with preparation. There is no idle. There is no pause or stall. One's mindset determines the flow of one's body; direction; choice. How one maneuvers through life can be a result of 'active waiting'. I realized upon returning to my apartment last night, that, waiting has been an issue with me. I have focused too much on the tiny view on the blurry horizon that I have missed some great things, which were quite visible, standing before me.
The rest of my life will be actively waiting for things to occur in their due time. And once they appear...I'll have prepared myself to receive them.
Waiting for the right moment can be quite pleasurable. Being able to not force an issue or create an internal havoc when it comes to a self-imposed time-line was freeing. I "waited" for quite a few things this past weekend. Some blatantly obvious and others, trivial and metaphoric. As I sit here in the quiet of my apartment, the thought of waiting is no longer scary. Slightly bittersweet, but nonetheless, sweet.
Monday, February 14, 2011
2010 sucked!!
Ah, 2011...how do I love thee
Its February already. Valentine's Day to be exact and luckily, no 4 page love poems!!
Don't misunderstand my words for bitterness. I have just managed to make peace with my life as a single woman. I believe once every woman can make her peace with this, they can move forward, onto bigger and better things!!! Speaking of better things, I have much to tell, but in due time.
First, I must rehydrate and sleep...and become mobile again...aarrrgh!
Its February already. Valentine's Day to be exact and luckily, no 4 page love poems!!
Don't misunderstand my words for bitterness. I have just managed to make peace with my life as a single woman. I believe once every woman can make her peace with this, they can move forward, onto bigger and better things!!! Speaking of better things, I have much to tell, but in due time.
First, I must rehydrate and sleep...and become mobile again...aarrrgh!
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