It’s never the whole story
The real one ~ that no one
hears or feels. The heart
grows cracks that are filled
with gold. As years pass,
some tarnish,
some grow scars and
for some the gold still shines.
Body memories tell the truth,
releasing them when it is time.
“Your wound and healing are a part of your history,
a part of who you are.”
~ Bryant McGill
Holding sway over our minds
early in the morning or
late at night. It may be at the
grocers or the bank.
Stories of
better than or
not good enough
but when we’re strolling
in the shade of an old elm tree,
or by water lapping the shore
we can hear our own truth.
That time when the noise
of the world is merely a fiction;
when just a flock of sparrows,
a breath of wind and brilliant sunlight
hold sway over our minds.
“In the end you don’t so much find yourself
as you find someone who knows who you are.”
~ Robert Brault
Tests have a way of drawing a line
with a black marker that seems
indelible. That F that you got in
a high school English class,
the lab values that suggest some
kind of health condition, the
drivers test that you flunked because
you didn’t know the speed limits.
Tests don’t say whether you are able to
learn the how’s and wherefores of life. A special teacher may believe in you; your parents may believe in you;
your friends may believe in you ~
those who knew you, long before
you believed in yourself. The tether
between hearts plays out while your belief
grows stronger, never completely
letting go. When your belief falters, that
tether is a life line to the truth of your worth.
“If I accept you as you are, I will make you worse; however if I treat you
as though you are what you are capable of becoming, I help you become that,”
~ Johannn Wolfgang Von Goethe
Up-ending what we
have for what might
be, shakes the ground
But if we don’t search
farther for the truth of life,
we’ll forever sit at the kitchen
table with the beverage of
our choice telling ourselves
stories of what could have
been. Hope, an echo, grows
faint unless we balance
‘could have been’ with
our dreams, giving them
a place to live and breath.
“If I cease searching, then, woe is me, I am lost. That is how
I look at it ~ keep going, keep going come what may.”
~ Vincent van Gogh
Risk taken, risks not taken
make up the continuum of life
rather like hills and valleys
that wander through the land.
Well, maybe not the prairies,
but a journey nevertheless.
Some were called brave, or courageous, with an image of
a warrior on horseback,
or a soldier in battle
or maybe the person of
questionable intelligence
skydiving or bungee jumping.
No, the risks I’m talking about
are not for the camera or
the headlines of a newspaper.
Risks like being brave enough
to say ‘no’, to stand up for yourself,
to go against the grain,
to act on belief alone.
“No risk is too great to prevent the necessary job from getting done.”
~ Chuck Yeager
Taking leave of
the conventions of
snow covered
asphalt streets and
cement sidewalks,
the snow sculpted
ice cream and
marshmallows from
glistening snow. Once
barren trees and hedges
were transformed into a
magic land of something more.
Risk taken, risks……
Up-ending what we…….
Tests have a way…..
Holding sway over……
“No legacy is so rich as honestly.”
William Shakespeare
