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whatever the moment

January 7, 2016 , , , , , , ,

Setting-a-bird-free

I have an errant thought…

…to master whatever and wherever I am, emotionally + in spirit.

No life is going to be perfect, and no time is going to be ideal. So what if I was able to live, in full colour, every variation of every moment?

No stifling, no hiding.

No pulling, no bleeding.

Just living.

This cannot be easy. But the lure of this wondrous possibility is too great.

In a moment of scalding anger; know how to soothe and breathe calm.

In a moment of chaos; find a path; know my way back into myself.

In a moment of pure joy; delight in the cascading laughter; revel in the golden droplets, like summer rain.

In a moment tenderness; to hold my heart by the hand, and to walk beside it gently and simply, without question and without sacrifice.

In a moment of hot, rising jealousy; to stand my ground, hear the wind rush around my ears, and know my worth.

In a moment of love; to sink in, to surrender, to be, to breathe.

In a moment of pulling, desperate grief; to find substance and yet to float, to hold and yet drift, both simultaneously, until the wounds are washed clean by sea and time, tears and words. To bathe in love.

In a moment of whimsy; to dance with the spirit! To be raucous and lively, to have cheeks rosied with merriment.

In a moment of anguish; to be still, and to hold the enormity of that reverberating ache, square, secure, with courage.

In a moment of shame, to hold without letting go.

In a moment of wonder, to breathe in, to let time resonate, ripples change the momentum around you, and to smile your own smile for yourself.

To know the words of your own self so that you may write your own story.

Wouldn’t this be an extraordinary way to be?

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