“My favorite thing, as a little girl was to walk through the countryside
in awe of the beauty of everything I was seeing …
It still is!”
If you believe tomorrow comes
Then, this be a perfect time,
For me to open up your heart
And claim what must be mine.
But I fear I’m now not certain
I don’t know where to be,
There is too much, there is so much
And there is only me.
You are but one of many
Still l know just what to do,
My certainty it overflows
For every one of you.
If one believes in miracles
I can perform my deed,
Spread out my will and enter in
You’ll listen – you will heed.
If only you were wiser
I could do what I must dare,
The way would go more swiftly
And I would take you there.
If all the If’s were certainties
And all your dreams came true,
The rest would come so easily
To bring this time to you.
It’s you who I must care for
You and only you,
Open your mind and let me in
It’s time – I come for you!
My name is Change
Please let me in!
There are a few people from the past of whom I think highly. One of them is William Shakespeare. It is interesting to note that almost every word he wrote, he did not write for posterity, rather he wrote for his players; the favorite people in his life, his fellow actors. And yet his words have endured.
I think about that occasionally, how things turn out in our lives. How we do one thing but another thing ends up happening (sometimes good, sometimes bad).
All the world may be considered a stage where we ”go forth’ in our lives but most of us, including yours truly, are thrust rather abruptly onto the stage of life, ill prepared and handed a bunch of props, told to go perform, leaving it up to us to figure it all out.
So how’s your performance going?
Speaking for myself, well, I decided some time ago to take charge.
“As playwright and director in the play called ‘My Life’!
I’ve determined to give myself the staring role.
I will seek direction,
ask for assistance to secure needed props,
and surround myself with a strong supporting cast.
I will try to make my ‘play of life’ as successful as can be.
And hope for good reviews
and many, many repeat performances.”
~ Penny L Howe, 2014
And if I might recommend, I cannot think of a better person than yourself to become director in charge of the play called “Your Life”. I think you’ll also make a great playwright in that role as well. I’d certainly give it some thought if I were you, after all it’s your life we’re speaking of here! Nice to be charge of things that matter, like YOU!
Thanks for stopping by, hope your having a great weekend.
Are you your own person? Congratulations but I caution you to remember the following:
A necessary component of independence will always be the ability to recognize not only one’s right to freedom, but also the acknowledgement (at the same time) of one’s own short-comings; to know that within your sphere of self- determination there also exists a need for others.
An abyss, exists as a deep and bottomless pit and if you were to find yourself within a physical chasm of this kind, there would be no way to remove yourself without the aid from others – and so it is in life. No matter how free, independent and “on our own” you wish to be, you cannot succeed without support.
Autonomy or free will of self, serves no useful function unless it is partnered with the shared need and responsibility of and for others.
Life shared is life well lived. No man or woman is an island, nor should they be. Our need for one another has never been greater than it is today.
Let us build no further gulfs between each other, instead, close the existing gaps. Let us cultivate and grow within (and in spite of) our differences. There can be no autonomous abyss where free thought is coupled with the partnership of love and understanding among all.
Have an excellent week, with great affection,
Often … following failure … illumination arrives! An enlightening expanded awareness, emotionalized by the pity of self.
Yes, self pity, frequently seen to be in attendance along with illumination, uncomfortably sharing space with one’s emerging realization of having messed up, lost the game, or the prize … and one does feel quite the fool, perhaps likening onto fallen prey just prior to expiration.
Although, retrospectively, we must assume the last thing on the dying prey’s mind would be illumination, perhaps rather just a single final thought, such as ” …Oh Crap”! That might do, but generally speaking however, those thoughts and feelings are left for those of us who live on after the fall, continuing to skirt the precipice between success and failure.
I will waste only a few words in the contemplation of mundane humans, and there are many, whose walk through life is an unmitigated bore because they come and go determined to make no waves, go with the flow, be among the passive, receptive only of “group mentality” and not interested (perhaps fearful or envious) of the original idea or thought, but with no goal in mind except to blend in, which they do until …
But enough about those, although they number greatly and are oft seen among the vultures sitting in the wait, which is usually viewed as a “safe” place to be, for all except the arriving carrion.
Ah yes, the encroaching vultures, for they do encroach while waiting in the sidelines, certainly not cheering one on, unless it be towards failure. So they wait …
It would certainly be much easier to get up, dust oneself off and get on with things, if not for awareness of the waiting vultures. Their jeering and calling out with scathingly searing voices continually reminding of failures, shortcomings, errors and misfortunes. And they are never far away, are they? Their echoes repeat in memory’s shadowed losses.
And if true, where and when does “positive” illumination break through into the light to lift us up, make us whole again, prepare us to do battle, shore up the weakened places, make us stronger, more determined, if needs be, to achieve our ends. When does inspiration come? How does it come, through the darkness of known failures and ever expanding fears?
Does it peak around corners, wondering if it’s safe to come out, or does it consider alternatives and make carefully planned and strategic moves?
I think not!
“Know this, all you free thinking creative ones – INSPIRATION is born from within where there be no rationale for the negative or wrong, only the mightiest sensation and manifestation of possibilities, the very essence and nature of inspiration is such that it springs into being within a single seed of potential found at the core of our soul’s universe – needing nothing more to come forth but … THE BELIEF THAT IT CAN!”
~ Penny L Howe, 2014
So I made fudge today.
It was one of “those days”. You know the kind, where something a little extra is needed and I do admit to loving chocolate. Homemade fudge is one of my favorites. There is something absolutely wonderful and soothing about fudge, but not just eating a piece (or two).
The whole experience is wonderful. The chocolate aroma that lingers not just in the kitchen, but throughout the house and of course the anticipation of …
… eating the fudge left on the mixing spoon (Emma called dibs on the spoon) notice she’s enjoying her fudge while she listens to her favorite tunes.
… to cleaning out the fudge left in the pan (Jordan called dibs on the pan.) Notice she even stopped her conversation on her iphone while she enjoyed scraping the pan for every morsel of the delicious chocolate.
As for me … Well I had a few pieces of fudge with a glass of milk while I sat down and wrote this blog. I’d share the fudge with you if I could. Just know I’m thinking of you even as I finish the last little bite!
Mmmmmmmmmm! It is so yummy, yes definitely a comfort food! I feel very comforted right now.
Hope your week is going well for you, thank you for stopping by,