He tilted his head “Okey doke, it’s almost time to go – I’ve got a yoga teacher next, down in the Grove. For you, it’s time to write the silence for a while, to write the unsaid, to shelve meek and mild.
“Write the inner anger, the notes of distress. Write what it was that you wished you had said. Write all the things you’ve been meaning to say. Write all the feelings you’d wished you’d conveyed.
“Write what it was you had meant to do, what you intended that so frightened you. What was it that you’ve let fall down between your long dead silence and your unsaid scream?
“See if your volume will go above minimum without it scaring you, leaving you frozen. Go shape the words and say them out loud find what it’s like to make fiercer sounds.
“Cos I’ve been so bored, sitting here listening to nothing but you sat saying your nothing. Go write your silence and come back around. And let’s see if you’ve something worth writing about.”
Arvon retreat June 2022 - something some one said.
She was sewn from a stream of significant disasters, but she has taken charge of the tide. Directing the course of the storm, she became one with the fiercest gyre. The lightning, the moment through the raging sea, the season of her storm is done. The smell of the after-rain, the calmness of the shores mended the remnants. A rainbow of colors and vibrance, the abundance of black clouds is gone. The beautiful sky, a magical release from these painful bonds. Courage and kindness, gratitude and strength, the real treasures are now found.
i’d really love to thank her for being so, so strong. for not taking our life when everything was wrong. i don’t know how she did it, the flashbacks paralyze me still. must have been nothing less than strength of will. even sometimes now i’d really like to back out but i hear that small girl screaming, “we can’t just give up now!”
I love the two wheeled demons they are in my soul waiting to let fly all my inhibitions I have studied them coveted them but the courage to be free defeats me as I see the smiling face of death on the first hairpin bend
Why? Because every memory is still beautiful! Even when intentions of actions were unkind. For these burning fires have birthed My greatest strengths. Thank you for all you have done. Our roles at the close of the last act, complete. Watching as the curtain closes Shedding the glove, we call a body We return to the Light from which we came.
There is a purpose to everything we go through. There are rich lessons that come by seeking understanding as we grow through the pains, we face in life. No matter how difficult they may seem, there is a rainbow in each struggle. Ask to be shown the Light within your darkest moments. I assure you, it is there. ❤ May you find it and find peace ❤ 🙏
The sound of fingers The string of hearts Pressed wood hallowed out Digging, digging Digging, digging Breathe in breathe out. It takes courage Just to exist. I've tied my heart to a steel string And lost them around the cuticles of your fingers. Of all the cruel things in life I am glad that you're not one of them. I've tuned my lips & Twisted my hips toward you. You never once laughed When I mentioned I am still learning how to dance