They’re Unexpected. Whimsical. Never quite where they Should Be but always a Lovely Surprise. A Delight in the Doldrums. Usually Willowy. Easily Windblown. Yet Sturdy. Resilient. Tenacious.
Thank You to All My Pretty Wildflowers. Blooming on the Clefts. Fragile yet So Brave. Facing the Winds. Drinking in the Wild Air. Floating their Fragility and Vulnerability as Badges of Honour.
I See You.
“People do not realize that their perspective of the world is really just a confession of their character.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson
Hey Thanks Ralph….
Time to Clean the Filter, and not just on the Furnace.
We all want to Uncomplicate our Lives. Simplify. Create Order.
Get on our A Game.
What if our Complexity is what Makes Us Beautiful?
One Day We Rock.
The Next Day We Hide Under It.
One Day we Purge.
The Next Day we Impulse Buy.
One Day we Slay Dragons.
The Next Day we Are The Dragon.
One Day we Weep from Grief.
The Next Day we Cause It.
One Day we Aspire to be Artists.
The Next Day we Crave Type A Qualities.
One Day we Crave the Zest of Youth.
The Next Day we Crave the Quietness of the Elderly.
Everything about Us is Plastic. Ever Changing. Ever Evolving.
To Me, That’s the Cool Part.
I’ve come to Love My Complexity. We are a Sum of Vibrating Atoms. Ever Changing. So is Everything and Every One Around Us.
So Yes, I can do My Best to Create Order.
But I think for the Most Part, I’ll Just Embrace The Chaos.
I Find It Beautiful.
And You, My Friend Are Beautiful.
These are All Blessings. To Be Treasured and Worked at Fervently to Gain the Best from them.
They’re all Finite in the Amount of Pleasure we can Derive from Them.
The Moment I look at Any of Them to Complete Me. Fill the Void. Make Me Happy. Feel like I’ve Arrived…
I’ve entered into Idolatry.
Here’s to Enjoying all of Life Blessings. Here’s to the One who Completes Us.
Because of “I Am”…
I Am Strong.
I Am Able.
I Am Peaceful.
I Am Patient.
I Am Joyful.
I Am Loving.
I Am Wise.
I Am Enough.
If I Am…
Weak. Unable. Anxious. Impatient. Irritable. Unkind.
I Find My Way Back to Jehovah.
To His Throne.
Til He is My “I Am” Again.
When You Wish Someone Well.
It’s Clear They Wish You Evil.
Not Because of Wrong.
Not Because of Misdeeds.
But Because You Fought Hard for Your Happy.
And You Won.
xoxo I’m Happy You’re Happy
When I think of Love, I picture Soft.
Sun Dappling Through The Leaves Gentleness.
But it’s the Strongest of all Virtues.
Keeps the Light On when Darkness Prevails.
Lends Warmth in the Most Toxic Environments.
Bends to Comfort in the Front Lines of Battle.
Heals Generational Pain.
Trailblazes Paths to Wholeness for the Weary Life Traveler.
Says I Forgive You when No One has Asked.
so Yes, Love is Tough
Tough Enough To Soften Us All.
Love You All…