We all have shadows, how easily, daily, we forget, ego mostly to protect increasing the brightness, blinding with discordance who you are and who I am, sharing the same thread.
The dark is not blocked light, shadows are not turned-backs, but the yin and yang of life natural inside, what we all have.
Let us all embrace the shades, open ourselves to being stitched into the quilt of human race,
each of our picture shapes turning to color and telling our stories so we may wrap ourselves in a shared comfort.
Rough week. Double red flags waving. The bay wilder than the ocean. It called me home. Here’s to the ones in the throes of it. Let’s relight ourselves. Again.
I give my light freely, but sometimes it is taken, emotional perpetrators breaching my innermost spaces.
They underestimated my strength and did again today,
for as long as there is the sea and my God, I will raise my arms in faith; you will never keep me down as long as there are waves and rays.
A sojourn among the wildflowers is what my soul needs in regular doses, down low among the “weeds”
where time does not stand still, but the world does, for nothing exists in the moment except for us,
and no greater beauty can there be than in the nonmanhandled, outside-the-garden-lines seed that blooms so gracefully, silently defying, yet exuding pure peace;
that peace transfers into my essence as I listen with my soul to the whispered sapience,
no lesson or story captivates my interest more than what the petals transmit,
and to think how often it goes unnoticed – underfoot, sole-crushed, disregarded – the natural therapy for inner balance.
If you happen to have the interest, I’ll share with you what was imparted on this Tuesday morning in my own backyard during my daily sojourn
among the wildflowers….
I wish to simply be the color in your gray, to open your heart to seeing every season has new days, and there always exists little blessings sent personally your way…
We all at times lose focus as the world becomes tear-blurred; that’s why we were given each other to lean on, lend strength, stay near.
When we get closer through the growing trust, we become less guarded and show the rest of us, the complexities, the other ways through the protective shield, the scars, the webs, the truths,
and we find, though all unique, we are the same in our sufferings,
made so we take turns with it, return to the circle of falls and lifts.
I am here to share my hues, overflowing now, but once like you.
And when you come into fuller bloom, pay it forward so others may too become imbued.
Let me walk with you awhile, whether or not you lend me your shoes for a mile.
In fact, let’s both take them off and leave them here as we surf the shore,
finding naturally the treasures within us each, bare feet on common shifting grounds equally.
One set of footprints in the sand they say is when we are carried by Him,
but in the interim let me be the second impressions alongside yours, for in this world we all need sometimes to see the touch so longed for.
We don’t need to hold hands. We don’t need to even speak. Let’s just walk together awhile in the comfort of kindred company.
And should you be here again tomorrow, maybe we could exchange shoes for a mile. And should you come back at our planned time, maybe for a bit, we could leave our shells behind.
There is a pain in you so exquisitely piercing, in depths that cannot be reached; if I could dive into the abyss of you, I wouldn’t hesitate to retrieve it.
But even then, it could too easily well up again, so instead, I would trace the source, swim upstream through your tears and pluck from the duct the thorn.
But I cannot. The furthest I can reach is your heart and transfuse the antiserum from my own scars, hold your hand and see you through each storm, and all of my faith add to yours and send up our plea
Laura Denise 