The Secret…

(no, not that one!)

 

The Day Without Words…

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A Start….

to something new.

Not certain yet what it is, but today saw the first sprout pushing up, seeds planted long ago…

it’s a mystery what is to come next…

 

Until then…

 

 

 

this love burns strong in me, fueling my blue fire along, and I follow my heart as best I can, remind myself to breathe in the beauty all around me, and find my way back to *this* moment of grace…

 

 

When You Appear

I say: thank you for your presence sir, I shall right this moment feel gratitude for the passion that we shared, that is still within, and create with it, right now…

I shall allow delight in this very moment, in the form that it is present…

…and I remember now and again and again to use this vast love and joy to create from…using my past to accept the invitation of the future to live fully in the now…

And I think in your own way, you are a reminder to me to live my own passionate truth…which you touched, brought out in me, helped me to access and connect with and express fully…

we learn best and receive best from those whom we love…

Two….for Three -

1.

 

“Cause words can be like weapons, oh when you use them you regret them
Oh, but I’m not gonna let them, take away my heaven
And when I start feeling blue, I remember to tell myself to

Think good thoughts, think good thoughts
Imagine what the world would be if we will, we would just
Think good thoughts and starve the bad from feeding
Oh won’t let the negativity turn me into my enemy
Promise to myself that I won’t let it get the best of me
That’s how I want to be…”

2.

 

“I won’t do what you told me
I won’t do what you said, no
I’m not gonna stop feeling
I’m not gonna forget it

I don’t wanna start over
I don’t wanna pretend that you are not my lover
That you’re only my friend

‘Cause when you took my heart you took it all
When you gave it back it feel apart so

I’m not gonna stop feeling…I’m not gonna forget…

Well, maybe you’re not right for me
Maybe it’s just hard to see
I get lost in your beauty
Then I just start questioning…

You say it’s easier to burn than to build
You say it’s easier to hurt than to heal
But I say you lose when you give up what you love
And I’ve lived my life without you long enough so…

I’m not gonna stop feeling…I’m not gonna forget…“

 

3.

“If that’s the way you love, you’ve got to learn so much
If that’s the way you say goodbye
Then this is how it ends and I’m alright with it
You’re never gonna see me cry, ’cause I’ve cried

So go on, go on and break my heart
I’ll be okay, there’s nothing you can do to me
That’s ever gonna bury me

So go on, go on and leave, my love
Out on the street, I’m fearless
Better believe I’m fearless, fearless

If this is how it hurts it couldn’t get much worse
If this is how it feels to fall
Then that’s the way it is, we live with what we miss
We learn to build another wall till it falls

So go on, go on and break my heart
I’ll be okay, there’s nothing you can do to me
That’s ever gonna bury me

So go on, go on and leave, my love
Out on the street, I’m fearless
Better believe I’m fearless, fearless

If it’s between love and losing
And to never have known the feeling, I’d still side with love
And if I end up lonely, at least I will be there knowing… I believe in love…”

 

The Seventeenth of June

This day in June, the seventeenth:

How do you remember this day?

This last shining, unknown as a last until long after it had passed us by?

I just remember a light shining from my eyes to light up the world. I remember two souls so on fire, it seemed the sun was powered by us alone. I remember the touch of last minute bliss seemed such a perfect gift from the world. And later, only much later, did I realize what a gift this last hour of bliss had been.

And ever after I remain more grateful for it and every moment leading up to it than words will ever express.

That is my seventeenth of June.

Grateful For What Remains…

A picture for a thought, shared here, from a favorite source for inspiration and personal growth:

“How will we interpret loss?

Is this not true for all of us?

Some of our dreams come true, others do not; some people stay close, others move away; some get sick and then better — while others wither and die. Some people we love remain faithful and loving our whole lives, while others abandon or betray us. Relationships and friendships come and go, businesses succeed and fail, fortunes rise and fall, people we love will die, and we will grow old, get sick, and die. As William Stafford says, “Nothing we do can stop time’s unfolding.” In that inevitable, excruciatingly human moment, we are offered a powerful choice…;

Will we interpret this loss as so unjust, unfair, and devastating that we feel punished, angry, forever and fatally wounded — or, as our heart, torn apart, bleeds its anguish of sheer wordless grief, will we somehow feel this loss as an opportunity for our hearts to become more tender, more open, more passionately alive, more grateful for what remains?

(A passage from Wayne Muller’s A Life of Being, Having, and Doing Enough.)”

(Bolding, mine.)

Beautiful Day

All I Know

Today love washed upon me like a wave, an aftershock, soaked to the bone, delighting in radiant expression only after the moment passed, like a flicker of knowing, half-smile, shy awakening to a brand new refreshment. The knowing comes on strong in the space between clarity and ease…
Even when there is uncertainty and fear, peace comes in a close of the eyes, a brief thank you to the sun for warming skin touched once so meaningfully. Even as just one somebody in a throng of bodies, warmth rushes to my heart and radiates out from the light that glows when it is only we two who exist in all the chaos surrounding our lives. I touch knowing in passing and wonder, is all that knowing trapped inside a heart that longs to touch again, just so, my expression can know no bounds? Your expression knows no bounds and you shine mid-day bright with it. I smile just know the touch of your mid-day sun- my skin burned, scorched, salved, and tender to any new touch since, while my expression is awakening to the dawn inside me and like the morning sun, filters ever so gently out of soft eyes, into the hearts of all who wake early to feel the strength build to its full strength and power. You express that shining power in your stature and stance. I flow, softly opening, toward an awakening that I can feel happening outside of this body of mine. While the glow radiates inside me, I, half-trust my own shining now.

I am in love.

I am in love.

with that girl walking by,
with the stylish look of her casual dress,

with the three older men who were sitting outside chatting,
without a hurried word between them,

with the sun that is shining down and warming my shoulders
like your touch has warmed me… I can feel you now.

I am in love.

with the way my heart pounds when I even so much as think
of you, with the tenderness I feel toward you in the moments
I remember your eyes gazing into mine, intently…and ever so intensely.

I am not exactly in love with this spider crawling toward me
or the choices you have made in your life or all the choices I have made
for that matter, though all that really matters is that when I think of you,

often,

I am in love, all over again.

No one can tell me that was a mistake, is a mistake, or will ever be a mistake.