Slow Day sweating heaving coughing up air. bent twisted consumed by fear. low slow no go barely sane. These are the days when nothing goes your way. Yet it's the best to remind you to give thanks for each day.
Author: Simone
Loves to tell and hear untold stories about people, places and experiences!
Hold Your breath
Hold Your Breath Hold it hold it hold it wait... let go. Pull everything good everything pure deep within. Hold it hold it and push! Every strain every ache every hateful word every thoughtless deed every rotten seed that is blocking your air flow and let them all go.
Some of My Worst Wounds
I really love this poem by Jamaican poet Lorna Goodison CD. For me, it speaks to our ability to overcome, to look beyond our hurts and see possibility, to “suck salt through wooden spoon” and still be nourished. It speaks to our ability to use what we have in our hands, such as our talent to create magic, our tragedy to inspire creations that would not have been possible without them, to create the art of survival to confront catastrophe and to see the beauty that times bring to decay.
Some of my worst wounds
have healed into poems.
A few well placed
stabs in the back
have released a singing
trapped between my shoulders.
A carrydown
has lent leverage
to the tongue’s rise
and betrayals sent words
hurrying home
to toe the line again.
Lorna Goodison
Goodison here does not only craft a well-written and profound poem, but her poem suggests the power we hold to craft triumph from fragments of our scaffolding, having been plummeted by life’s challenges.
Hold On!
Hold On! Hold on and don't let go you are stronger than you know the straw will hold your weight hold on it's not too late to realise all that is in store once you unlock this blocked door hold on grab hold and use this straw to do your victory lap!
What is Your Community?
Have you ever been somewhere you have always been, among people you have always been around and feel as if you were in the wrong place, among the wrong people or even, in the wrong time? There is nothing wrong with them, there is no feeling of ill will just a sense that you do not belong and a deep yearning to be somewhere else, among a group you feel at home with. Do you belong to something, contribute and feel you matter to something, know that others share your interest and want to speak about things that matter to you? If the answer is yes, then you are a part of a community that you belong to. A community that you belong to is a group or network of people who are held together by common goals, interests and even desires. Without a community that you feel you belong to what would be the point?
There are some who will not agree and will highlight that they are “just fine” by themselves, that they are loners, introverts or lone wolves. The irony of the lone wolf is that they do not remain in that state forever, and will eventually find themselves back in the pack, If a lone wolf cannot survive it will eventually return to its natal pack (howstuffworks.com). So it is safe to say that having your community and being fully a part of it is very important.
The challenge though is finding your community. Many persons spend a great portion of their life trying to find the community to which they belong, and some never do and so become the lone wolf. However, the trick – and some may say good fortune – is to find like-minded people who understand and encourage your passions and who can make meaningful contributions to your life. But the community you belong to should only enrich your life, but should offer you the opportunity to enrich the lives of those within the community as well!
But here is the thing, in order to find your community that you feel connected to that you get and that gets you, you have to know who you are and what you are about. Finding a group to imitate, who you try to please, who you want to change for, is not your community, because your community should reflect who you are, not who you feel forced to be, in order to get by. The sad part is we have become so wrapped up in creating impressions all throughout our lives that we have to really search hard in order to find and be our authentic selves.
I hope that we all find the community that we belong to because it is out there waiting for us to join who form it. I hope that I will be brave enough to seek my community and not wait for it to come to me. I hope that I can claim my place there when I do encounter it and make it one that will find others like me who are wandering purposefully, trying to find their way home.
What’s the Point? Get Back On!
What's the Point? Get Back On! The wagon left me standing in this fog and I cannot see. The horse betrayed me after I had fed it all my hopes and dreams and nothing's left it seems. Here I stand dead man standing. So what do I do now? Do you see him standing so still he doesn't know it but he is killing his dreams. He is blinded by the fear of failure. The horse he laments is waiting for him just down the bend. The wagon jumped off is waiting too, for the driver to take control and carry on again. but sadly he and other like him will remain stuck in their distrust of themselves. Get off the ground! Get back on the wagon you abandoned.
A Small Still Voice
A Small Still Voice I want to sit in this corner because there is no one to turn to but I cannot each time I think I might for a second a small still voice nudges me "why are you here?" "Did you forget where you come from?" "Get up!" it said "and breathe!" it said "and continue." So timidly I sat up and crawled ever so slowly. But the voice stopped me dead "why do you linger where you will not grow?" "I have given you all you need now go." With that I found the courage to stand steady and go about my life. And as I made each uncertain step that same small still voice led.
