I have often heard that writing is like opening a vein,
It is more akin to a deep flowing river
There is a magic ladle-like all artists have
And we continually dip it into that creative stream all humans have.
It doesn't wan or wax,
But just keeps flowing...
(Hum to the tune of "Ole Man River")
Can morning air be sharp and attack the delicate membranes?
It makes us take notice,
A quiet alarm for our senses.
The unfolding of the sky,
The punctures of the bright orbs,
Inviting the infinite promise of a new day.
You hear, all the time,
That life is about choices,
Well it is.
Sometimes huge and sometimes small,
But life has a way of willing out.
Sunrise, sunset-nature endures through all our foibles,
We sacrifice and wait and it does no good,
Some choices are out of our control.
One day it happens, bags appear under your eyes. Your tits grow southward to your shoes and beyond and bedtimes start to be earlier.
NO your mind cries. I'm not done...I have miles to go before I sleep...Then do it.
All those things you never had time for before. Be the wonder that keeps the stars apart. Write your story.
Make it about YOU
Be thankful for the life you have. It is only over if you want it to be.
In life, there are many kind of betrayals: our bodies when we get sick, when we get fired or fail, life in general when we don’t get our way. We all have a 100% track record of getting through it.
The worst kind of betrayal comes from people in our life that should care for us-but pretend. Jealousy or one of the other deadly sins is usually at the core. Some chameleon people in our lives have pretended for years. When the shock of realization overtakes us-we are stunned, hurt, humiliated and wonder how we could have been so naive.
Unfortunately this is part and parcel of the human condition. No one is exempt. I don’t regret the love Ive wasted on that person just the time and effort spent currying their favor. That is on me. It doesn’t mean not to trust again, I don’t really know what it means. I continue through life searching for answers and they just aren’t there.
