Notary.

Null and void.

No longer does she wait.

It was but a dream state, that felt like immersion in liquid amber.

Hot, sweet, and tangy, with a dash of salt.

Richly hued and imbued with tones of cotton candy, Crème Brûlée and swirling Sangria.

Now, simply a bowl filled with the remnants of water colours mixed together. Gently graying as each moment ticks by.

When the hues are gone, there will be nothing left.

And parted lips, that so longed to be next, will silently close.

Ending a very long chapter of the heart.

Know it all …

I know quite a bit.

I listen and take in (to some surprise) what most people say. Intimates, acquaintances and strangers alike. It’s simply a ‘thing’ with me.  I also tend to remember what is said, in detail. Another oddity, but quite true.

So, with that qualifier here is my question – is it important to press a matter when you know you’re right?

Should one let go even though they’re quite sure of what they’re speaking about if another simply refuses to listen or believe?

When does being right become detrimental to relationships, life, love and perhaps even sanity?

Most who know me will tell you that I am a ‘know it all’. And, it’s quite true. I’m the first to admit this. I’m also quite opinionated as well (this is rhetorical, so if you know me, there is NO need for response, capiche?).  But, my opinions stem from moments of truth, moral responsibility and particularly situations where dire consequences may come to play. It’s my personality. So sue me (okay, don’t really).

I am passionate, compassionate, outspoken and stubborn. All rolled up in a sweet flaky pastry shell.

Huh, am I making any sense?

At this point you’re more than likely trying to figure out what the point or moral of the story is. Right? Well, there truly isn’t one. I believe I am simply trying to put something into perspective within my mind and soul. And, of course, I would like to ultimately find the answer of how to let things go.

 

Ramblings on life …

Life is messy.

Full of emotions, desire, wants and needs.

It is gratuitous, beautiful, frightening and compelling.

Days pass, moments happen, love disappears, tears fall, passion kindles and laughter bubbles.

And through it all we remain ever hopeful.

Hopeful that we’ll meet our true love, feel passion, know are souls purpose, bring joy to others, make ends meet, continue to grow, retain good health, foster our faith and spirituality, and be understood …

Sometimes, it’s difficult to see through the thick haze of disappointment that envelops us.  But we must try. For beyond the haze is an enormous, sparkling, never-ending well of possibility.

It’s strange how we tend to analyze our lives more at certain times of the year.  Most specifically at the end of each year.  It’s when we tally up the good, the bad and the ugly. Giving ourselves a score, so to speak.  Did we achieve our goals? Was love found or lost? Did we grow older or simply old?

It’s the time of year when we take stock, make resolutions and invest in ourselves.

It’s newness enveloped in possibility.

So, as you look behind, make sure not too linger.  Keep moving forward and let your heart be grateful and light.

Happy (early) New Year!

Self Truth …

I forgive myself.

Therefore I will let go of disappointment with kindness.

Inviting and allowing in the manifestation

of beauty and greatness instead.

With this clarity comes the realization

that my divinity still exists

and

runs deep.

The years of struggle and wrong choices are over.

I embrace the change.

It is –

grace

evolution

and

ever-present.

And the new-found freedom of heart

allows

lightness of being

and

disentanglement.

So, I will journey forth

accepting all the universe offers.

I can see the light

it illuminates the possibilities

and

they are endless.

I promise to:

take the road less traveled –

make decisions out of love instead of fear –

and

do something daily that challenges my soul –

There are new, crisp, pages to write on

so let’s start now …

Through the looking glass …

Have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror.

Really looked?

I did this evening and an odd thing occurred:

I didn’t really recognize the individual peering back.

There before me was a woman.

Pretty

with soft unlined skin

and blue inquisitive eyes.

But there was something else,

a feeling of familiarity mingled with the unknown.

It was as if I could see the past – present and future all at once.

There was a beautiful strength emanating from this reflection

and it penetrated the cold glass.

I waited – wanting to hear her voice.

Hoping that privy bits of worldly advice and knowledge

would spill from the painted lips.

But there was none.

As I turned to walk away, I heard

bold words of encouragement,

beauty and love.

For myself.

From myself.

Smiling,

I switched off the light

knowing …