To those who are feeling unfeminine;

You’re pink–you really are. When you blush the sky smiles and the clouds offer their fluffy cover, buffering those pink filled cheeks from eyes to see.  Please, don’t be hidden now. You were made for dancing, to spin about in places where many dreamed they could go. Keep moving forward— and blush. Because the sun is here to warm your face, and the Holy One’s Light is a truth to embrace. Step out. Spin because rejoicing is spinning around. Eyes were made to see. Ears were made to hear. Hearts were made to beat. And yes, cheeks to blush.

May you be pink always,

~Cjoy

Fill my battered heart with Your soul. Let the light of Your love change and illuminate the atmosphere around me . And I will breathe in Your aroma— the incense of Your praise boldly begins to rise.
Thankfulness bridging the divide of slightly *******, counting my losses, and I’ve got to give you my two cents like it is... the jar of pennies hidden beneath the covers of a frightened little girl.
With thanks, I will collectively bring them to You.
Unafraid.

When I fight I fully embrace the struggle
knowing fully well that it is well with my soul.

To the flightless bird who rests beneath me.

Why in darkness do you hide?

Are you friend, companion or lover?

Why do you mock my every move?

No one but darkness hides you.

You move in light flightless bird

and are bound to nothing but the

name Shadow. Though to me

and my feather-brained mind, you are

unknown—- as a mere  cluster

of worms hidden inside the earth.

And I stand here on this shore knowing

Where all is revealed beyond the shadows there lies the true nature of the bird.