We are never trapped, just fated to faulty perspective, succumb to specious perception; it’s all relevant, related –
one more rock-move away from the light on the other side of the avalanche,
one more “wrong” turn lost in the forest before hearing the anabranch…
much is necessarily experienced:
near suffocation sometimes the only way to motivate a life-saving change,
the legs of the journey in the humanless woods lead to the reflection and feeling of wounds,
and all paths probably have purpose among the universe’s higher powers.
Without the lonely, looping trails, we could not emerge anew with our truest selves
and others we met along the way not-so-coincidentally placed.
We are never trapped. We are never lost. At least not for very long.
No change was ever ignited without the spark. So many opportunities missed, passed up, though after being gifted matchsticks but still refusing to start the fire.
Barefoot atop the deep waters, white dress and wild tresses flowing, sunken-ship cemetery of the past beneath, I twirl in this present moment.
The sea is mine as my dance floor, and I skim across to my pick of shores; I explore, I vacation, not searching, just jubilation of losing worries and fears, exaltation of the lightness of the lifting of those stormy years, each moment an eternity to get to the next, each stepping stone sinking with each vine grasped, no beanstalk discovered to bring me to the clouds, only faith each day for decades of a better tomorrow.
That tomorrow is today,
hence the head-raised dance in the sun and in the rain, embracing with wide-opened arms the achievement of having started upon this horizon I only viewed from the beach.
The stepping stones still sink. I just realized the only missing factor was to fully
believe.
They were never needed. Self-love was the only key.
I was always worth it. Eventually, I fought for me and this dream.
Trust in the shadows; they are benevolent too, dimming the wrong ways so the beacon may shine through.
Listen for the truth; it whispers faithfully through the gale. Turn your back to the blustery lies; the bitterest of winds best fill the sails.
You don’t need a map for an evacuation route; just follow the signs He’s already laid out.
He knows all, including what’s up ahead. Listen for The Light; drown out the ghost voices haunting your head.
You took the steps. You left that land. These turbulent waters will lead to the end
of that decades-long storm that shredded every kite you raised that lightning struck on its way down to reiterate that you will never be freed from this fate.
But fate was a falsity and now you will know that destiny is all within your control,
and He wants you to have all your heart desires. He will lead you there through these uncharted waters,
but He wants your hands on the tiller to feel the power you have that He instills.
He calls upon the winds and every fin in the sea to escort you on your voyage to your chosen dreams.
This one’s for a friend. For my son. For my student. For you. For me.
We all stumble.
Sometimes merely a trip,
sometimes down a seemingly
endless, dark abyss.
We all get lost.
Sometimes we find our way,
sometimes indefinitely
in the same spot,
we remain.
We all face obstacles.
Sometimes they lift,
sometimes they seem
utterly hopeless.
(Photo by my son)
We all lose sight
of the beauty within.
Sometimes a mirror lies,
sometimes a “friend.”
We all are small.
Sometimes toward Him
we feel the pull,
sometimes we feel
invisible.
But…
The thing about a hole,
even one without a bottom,
is that there is always a top
so the direction is clear: up.
A loved one will be by soon
to lower the rope.
It is up to you
to hang
onto that hope.
And if no one comes,
the direction is still the answer:
He is always there.
He hears your prayers.
Sometimes the hole
was put there on purpose,
the time in it ironically necessary
for advancement.
Sometimes you have the tools already
and simply need to begin the ascent,
for sometimes it is up to you
to get to that ground-level summit.
He already knows you can do it.
Sometimes the self-help in itself
is the only missing ingredient.
The last thing about a hole
is that you never forget
how much space
what is missing inside
takes up,
and you will feel
so much fuller
than any other
when it gets filled up.
We all get lost
in different forests,
for no one ever
seems to be around,
endless looping trails
we wearily trudge,
the darkness of the deep wood
making the light
but a teaser,
the source unable
to ever be found.
The key to getting out
is to keep moving
in new directions;
the path worn
by our own feet
is the very one
that sinks us
into the false belief
that there is no other way.
Sometimes we even stop
trekking altogether
and set up camp
in one spot,
a surefire way
to eliminate
a destination
is to not move
at all.
The light is ever-shining,
day and night;
we are never truly left
in the dark,
for He gave us
both sun and moon
as an eternal spark,
and to keep
our whispered dreams lit,
the stars.
Obstacles work
in similar fashion,
a mountain before you
threatening to spew
lava and ashes.
Obstacles are meant to be
overcome,
sometimes the threat
intentionally sent
from Satan himself
to paralyze you with fear;
the paradise on the other side,
he tries to keep you
from getting any nearer.
But the mountain is harmless.
You can waste time and effort
attempting to go around it,
but the view from the top
is worth it,
so I highly recommend
climbing it.
(Photo by my daughter)
And when you reach the top,
you get to see
that past in better perspective
in which you felt trapped
before turning back
and beginning the adventure
of what comes next,
the future not clear,
but the lush panoramic
welcomes your fresh
starting steps.
When it comes to sight
to see the beauty within,
if you don’t know it yet,
then you need to start
with dispelling the myths
that usually come
from another’s words
or simply judging yourself
by warped societally-produced standards.
Two remedies I have found to be effective.
The first: submerse yourself
in the positive affirmations
that come from someone else
until those whispers
drown out
the past-yelled lies
and even the ones
in your own eyes
you cast upon yourself.
They are false.
You will, in time,
come to love
yourself.
In the meantime,
you can dispel
those warped society beauty-standards,
for you were created
with love and purpose,
precisely as God intended,
every detail;
there are no imperfections.
Do what you can
to honor
the body your soul
was given;
it is the temple
of the Holy Spirit within.
We are, indeed, all small.
It is meant to fill us with awe,
to remind us we are part
of something so much grander
than we could ever imagine,
a divine plan.
We are never alone,
the presence of a higher power
is around us all
so when we begin to feel
undetectable,
when our “lives”
seem the end of the world,
our perspective
of those big problems
should dissolve some
to know
it is much of that
that is insignificant
in the grand scheme of things.
We are embraced
in the loving arms
of Mother Nature,
the personification
of the natural world
gifted by our Creator.
We are all interconnected,
each an essential thread
of something in the making,
a much larger picture
guided by a divine hand.
The key component
in all of these woes
is belief in a higher power;
it is essential for faith
and hope.
You are never
alone.
The direction is up,
always the Guiding Light
home.
When we give up,
we give in
to the doubt
of His very personal plan
for each of us.
Only He knows what lies ahead,
and it often lies in
our own hands,
for He gave us free will
and intellect and talents,
throws us curve balls
like holes and mountains
not to test us,
I don’t think,
but for our own good
to steer us
to challenge us
to shake us
to wake us
to become all that He knows
we can.
I am His child.
I will always
trust His plan.
Especially in the times
I get frustrated
because I just don’t
understand.
We are not meant to
until we are,
and that revelation
may only be revealed
in the language of
stars.
“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. (Jeremiah 29:11)
Laura Denise 