Ill(itera)seas

Sometimes, someone will insist that your book is not finished. So, they go and they fish it out of the seas; they hold it over you, wringing out their words while drenching you in your own stream of consciousness. Those old words ~ profane and cruel ~ falling torrential all around you; most searing upon contact. As the steam rises from your flesh, you can feel the sting all over again with the rawness of I'm sorry reading like a burning rash all over your body.

Now, those pages in your book are completely empty ... like you.

See, you have more room to write. The book isn't over. Now, write the good part, they insist. Write as it should have been all along. 

All you can think of is the seas. How you have been prepared for the saltwater. How the weight of the all their words would keep you anchored below...

...as you stare at the damp blank pages.

Once Upon A Time...

“No, this is not the beginning of a new chapter in my life; this is the beginning of a new book! That first book is already closed, ended, and tossed into the seas; this new book is newly opened, has just begun! Look, it is the first page! And it is a beautiful one!”~ C. Joybell C.                                                                     

 

...she wasn't afraid anymore.

The End

Here: Her Words

Dear Goliath,
You've given me so many stones to throw. Countless. But as always, She without sin, let her cast the first. I confess that it was not love I felt, but fear. At times, hate. At my most evil, indifferent. My failure to understand Love created bondage for both of us. Now, having found peace in the form of me in all my dramatic imperfections of who-I-really-Am, I lay the stones at your feet, unafraid, asking for forgiveness, while claiming my release from the giant shrouded shadow of what-had-been. I'm looking only towards the Sun. Hear: I am done. I wish you peaceful acceptance but should your hand desire to sling any one stone...stop...notice...how polished they've become under the churning of my own and look for your reflection.

What you wish upon another, you wish upon yourself.

And So It Is,
The Queen of Is Real*

*This is a reference to David, who would become the King of Israel...for those wondering.

R.E.M.embering

“All things are strange which are worth knowing.” ~ Catherynne M. Valente from In the Cities of Coin and Spice

Dive Into the Emptiness

When the world ends 

collect your things you're 

coming with me. 

~ Favorite DMB Lyrics. 

Ever. 

Worthy of Repeating*

No journey carries one far unless, as it extends into the world around us, it goes an equal distance into the world within.
~ Lillian Smith

*93 Million Times

He will “give us gladness in proportion to our former misery ” and “replace the ego* years with good”. ~ Psalm 90:15

*Evil. 
Yes. I'm notorious for my own translation of the Bible. 

Faith's Fate

"AUTISM Means I Won't Lead An Ordinary Life.... I Can Lead An Extraordinary Life!" ~ An Unknown Hero

Two Funny

“Tis the privilege of friendship to talk nonsense, and to have her nonsense respected.” ~ Charles Lamb

The Telling of Things

SADE - By Your Side


Memory is a child walking along a seashore.  You never can tell what small pebble it will pick up and store away among its treasured things.  ~Pierce Harris

Hymn

If trouble hearing angels' song with thine ears, try listening with thy heart. ~ Terri Guillemets

Every Day is Yours to Win

Every day is new again. Every day is yours to win.
And that's how heroes are made. ~ R.E.M.

She's Way Out There

Cooperation is the thorough conviction that nobody can get there unless everybody gets there. ~ Virginia Burden

Where You'll Find Me

There's no shame in being crazy...

Blue Skies

”It’s not what you are that holds you back. It’s what you think
you’re not.” Denis Waitley

Free to Be a Tree

Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life.





So the tree rustles in the evening, when we stand uneasy before our own childish thoughts: Trees have long thoughts, long-breathing and restful, just as they have longer lives than ours. They are wiser than we are, as long as we do not listen to them. But when we have learned how to listen to trees, then the brevity and the quickness and the childlike hastiness of our thoughts achieve an incomparable joy. Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happiness.” ~ Hermann Hesse

Under His Direction

Your conclusion that there isn't enough of something—whether it is enough land, or money, or clarity—stems from you learning, without meaning to, a vibration that holds you apart from what you want. There is no limitation. If you identify a desire for it, Source recognizes your desire, and immediately begins to deliver it to you. And it will manifest in the variety, in the fullness, and in the way that you, and only you, learn to (joyfully) allow it. ~ Abraham

Home

For those of you who are open and willing to accept this evolutionary process, there will be less chaos and confusion in your lives. By not viewing this new existence as being in conflict with your present reality, you can emerge unscathed from this dynamic and transitional period. Be unattached to the old paradigms in your life and be open to the new ones emerging, and you will sail the seas of consciousness easily into the port of a new reality. During this period of time, every obstacle you encounter has an answer. Each challenge you face can be overcome. You are realigning your lives to a new compass, heading towards a “new world” yet to be seen. ~ Ships of Song, The Frontier of a New Reality

Free Bird

"It's no accident that the church and the graveyard stand side by side. The city of the dead sleeps encircled by the city of the living." ~ Diane Frolov and Andrew Schneider, Northern Exposure, Lost and Found, 1992

Say Goodnight, Gracie

Gracie: Don't give up, Blanche. Women don't do that. Look at Betsy Ross, Martha Washington -- they didn't give up. Look at Nina Jones.


Blanche: Nina Jones?


Gracie: I've never heard of her either, because she gave up!