Writing from the Soul - Return to the River

Writing from the Soul

I return to the river where I first found tranquility. It's more like a creek really, but has the personality of something much bigger.

The water rushed by my feet, as I stripped them naked, and cooled them in it's sparkling paradise. Alone with my thoughts, and able to let them trickle through my mind as they would, one by one. Eventually my mind was clear as I let each one have it's glory and then fade away. The air whispered songs from my ancestors, and I listened with an open heart trying to learn from them. Frogs near by croaked and looked for their mate. Deer trampled in the weeds where I could not see them, and they could not see me. Beavers continued about, nawing on wood and building  a bridge. Bees jumped from flower to flower attracted by their beauty and scent. There in the woods by my father's home, I started to see all the wonderful things that city life did not offer to me. There I could breath and live for each moment. I could rid myself of the hussle and bussle, and see things more clearly. I will forever remember the smells in the air, and the peace that came over me. When I emerged from the woods, and back to the road, I felt whole again. In those woods, I will return to the river when I need to feel my spirit be lifted. It is now my sacred place where all things harmonious surround me and let me feel their love. A place where I can smile to the Gods and they smile back.

Blessed Be

Writing from the Soul - Startled by sunlight...

Writing from the Soul - a writing prompt

(I should really do this more often, as my writing skills could stand a bit of an improvement. Plus, it's fun.)

Startled by sunlight ....

Startled by sunlight, I blink my eyes uncontrollably, hoping that my next blink will finally be enough to keep them open. It is as if an eyelash has fallen into my eye, and I need a mirror to remove it properly.

Finally after several trails of tears fall from my eyes, they decide to stay open. But it is a different open. I am no longer in the dark, and fully exposed for all that I am, and all that I used to be.

I look down at my hands, and see them start to age. My body no longer looks like it did when I was twenty. My face gives small hints of hardships and worry. Looking closer at it, I see deep blue eyes that are inviting and warm. I thought it impossible that they would still offer this kind of invitation to those who look into them. And my lips, they turn up in a smile. Not just a smile, but a beautiful smile. When I see it, it brings me to a calm place, a peaceful place. It's nice to look at, and I wonder now why I never noticed it before.

When I was younger I never felt worthy of looking into other peoples eyes, or accepting their compliments on my smile. It was always crooked, and showed its self awkward in pictures. It is true that when you are kicked enough, you grow numb and stay down. But I was way down.
I never believed before that time could heal anything. I felt time was just punishment to enable to me to endure more negative experiences.

Looking behind me, back into the door, it too is not as I remember it just a few minutes ago. It looks encouraging, and offers me a place to relax.

For three years I have thought of it as the jail that I have put myself in, unwilling to subject myself to anything more that the world wanted to sling at me. Inside of it, there are small comforts, but nothing that ever made me feel alive, with of course, the exception of my children.

Today, this third day of Spring, despite all the snow on the ground - the sunlight has shown me beauty. It reminds me of its light, and abilities to bring smiles to peoples faces. For me, today, it represents life and a spiritual awakening. It is time to rejoin the world and allow my skin to glow again. So sick of this icky, white, pastiness that has stripped me of my natural color. Today, I am reborn.

Blessed Be.

Writing from the soul - My eyes

Future Visions by Chris Buzelli 

These eyes are no longer my own...

These eyes are no longer my own. I used to open them every morning and close them at night without seeing the colors of life. I could not distinguish between purples and pinks, or yellows and oranges. I was blind to so many things. I was born into a life of racism and hate. Anything that was not my idea, or my opinion was wrong. I had zero tolerance for anything different. I conformed to popular belief and lived my life in a robotic state of mind. Little did I know that I would someday look through different eyes.

These eyes are no longer my own. I now wake in the morning ready to embrace the day, and close my eyes at night ready to dream. I see the different shades in color, and my color palette expands on a regular basis. I am no longer blind, but fully awake. The life that I was born in has no hold on me, and I have gladly cut the strings. I can see both sides of any point of view and I no longer look for ways to fit in with those around me. When things do not please me, I speak out against them. I have less now to fear than I did before. Little did I know that I would love these eyes and gladly wear them as my own.

Blessed Be!

Writing from the Soul - Death

Death - Tarot Card by jasonbeam on deviantART

Writing from the Soul - click to see what it is.

This is my first go round, but I thought it would be interesting and enjoyable.

You say it is dark, I say ....

You say it is dark, I say that it is transforming. I see the end of a life that has brought you happiness and tears. A time when the spirit is reborn and able to choose a new identity. A time when you can fully be who you truly are at last, but without a body to hold you in one place. A time to sore high, and meet those who have departed from you long ago. A chance to laugh and dance in spirit, and to love one another without end. I see past hurts and pain coming to a closure, and almost non existent. Colors will no longer look the same, but more vibrant and true. Rainbows will no longer be out of reach. Although in a different realm, you will be one with your creator again. You will no longer have to board an airplane to fly like a bird, or sit on the tops of trees. You will see for miles and miles without relying on divination tools to help you see pieces and parts. It will be your turn to start over and be reborn into a new life of your choosing, and having the opportunity to right all your wrongs and experience new things that you have not experienced before. This will be your chance to have thought provoking conversations with your spirit guides in order to plan the new life that will come into being. Death is not darkness, but the light that so many forget to notice. It is magickal and wondrous, and your chance to be totally free of any worries. It is life.

(I am not sure I made it to ten minutes of non critical writing, but I am happy with it.)

Blessed Be!