It all starts again
The tides, the rain, the shinning skies.
A new door has opened
the openings opened even more.
The waves blue & calm
the weary sea needs to rest it’s weary head.
The love doesn’t stop
& your heart doesn’t become smaller.
Nothing is lost,
when you really never had it in the first place.
Life isn’t a game or a ball of strings,
but a book filled with treasures.
The magic is shinning
brighter than ever before.
When the truth has been spoken
all freedom has been set free.
Life now stripped from the old dreams,
the ones we no longer need.
And now all their is,
is the wind
and the calm blue waves
and the sky
and me dancing
whilst holding the moon in my tiny tiny hands.
Sometimes life throws out arrows. Thousands of them & sometimes at the very same time.
When bad things happen I really try & make sense of it all.
It’s hard to accept things that you just can’t accept. Not because it’s not possible,but because you don’t want too.
Life’s filled with endless obstacles. Sometimes you just have to close your eyes,keep riding it & hope for the best.
It’s even harder I think when the arrows are from our past. Sometimes the past comes back creeping up slowly. We want to do all that we can to fix certain things,make them right. But I’m learning right now that not all past problems can be fixed. So how do we make peace from it? Is it possible to make peace without making peace? I suppose that’s when we realise they the only peace we can make is really only with ourselves. How? Well I’m still trying to work that out. I’m hoping that my awareness of it is enough for now. And then the rest will follow.
Not everyone is on the same page as us. Our need for peace is different to their need.
I guess we have to learn to let go. Because holding on takes that peace away. It’s sad sometimes though. But when you do all that you can do, the only thing left to do is to just walk away.
To be continued….
Admire your storm
ride the waves of your own turbulences
They are the strings that tie us together.
A steady hand is holding the string on the other side.
Don’t judge your emotions
Look at them as if you would the sky.
The rain eventually needs to fall down
Allow the rain drops to fall on your face
Drink in the sweetness of your own sadness.
Allow your salty tears to fall on your face like sweet raindrops.
The storm will pass
and the sky will be clear again.
The sunlight wants to get in
Don’t shy away from the brightness
Sometimes even the light blinds us.
But trust we will always be able to see.
For every storm their is a brighter day
waiting for us when we are ready to really appreciate it
Use your wings
you never know
maybe in your dreams you learnt how to fly.