Tag: gratitude
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Simply Excitable

Like a glass of champagne, fizzing to the brim. Larger than life, maybe overwhelming. Some find it too much unbridled spontaneity! Unrestrained joy spilling forth, labelled over-excitability. Being ‘Over-Excited’ – a restrictive judgement. You’re Being Too Much – imposes containment. Incorrigibly Excitable, unapologetically free. Harming no one, if you’d just let me be.
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Rebirth

Link hands and dance with little me, Blissfully happy, allowed just to be. Welcoming this inner part gratefully, Embracing, laughing as tears flow free. Too timid to leave a childhood prison, Feeling alone, for her time was frozen. With her Sisters arrival, heartwarming reunion, United they see that the door stands open. Grandmothers join in,…
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Purposeful

Painful to see how compulsively I’ve driven myself, mercilessly. Sadness in knowing, allow gradual titration, from depths of despair, a positive disintegration. Squeezing myself through the eye of a needle. Stretched far too thin, a torture unimaginable. Like wearing a mask while perpetually juggling. Too many balls in the air, always compartmentalizing. Trying to maintain…
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Om So Hum

Meditate in the early morning, Greet the day as the sun is dawning. Welcome all possibilities appearing As light in the darkness, simply being. Meditation, practiced daily, Builds connection compassionately. Expansiveness, holding space lovingly, Fully trusting, surrender completely. Meditating late in the evening, Put down the day before retiring. Let go of thoughts, no controlling.…
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An Invitation

Accept invitations on offer each day. See all opportunities that come your way. Countless possibilities get lost in the fray. Walk the walk, not all talk! Choose to do as you say. Observe invitations as magical choices. A chance to look closer, explore, and get curious. Costly to carry on, eyes closed, oblivious. Blind to…
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Begin

A record of progress, Deep work being done. Not a measure of success, No prize to be won. Only the glory of knowing It’s all written down. Words to come back to, A reference of my own. A journal of sorts, A memoir in the making. For future generations, Prevent history repeating. 🌻
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Snippets:#1

I’ve been so busy no time to write. So here’s some snippets of thought that arise. My body feels broken, nerves jangled and frayed. Existentially in crisis, emotionally disarrayed. No rest for the wicked, merciless forward drive. Impulsively overcommitting, self-sabotage to survive. After times of expansion, contraction arises. To rest feels unfamiliar, but nourishment is…
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Taking up Space
To tiptoe through life, Not taking up space, Not entering the race, Not claiming your place, Afraid of disgrace. What a tragic waste. Fear of the limelight, Hide behind the scenes, Burying your dreams, Stifling your screams, Still writing reams. Invisible by no means, But feeling unseen. To avoid making waves, Tread ever so lightly,…

