I write because my mental real estate is limited. As thoughts accumulate they spill into the yard at this address like loose debris that chokes the grass unless routinely raked and bundled up to wait.
The curbside pickup trailer’s seldom late but long before the bags are out the gate I’m filling more while sorting through the mess I write, because…
without releasing space to allocate for flotsam overflowing from my pate, I’d hoard the weeds and lose the words to press between the folds where brainstorms coalesce with conscious clarity to contemplate.
“May all your troubles last as long as your New Year’s resolutions.” —Joey Adams
I wish you supreme mental health in the pleasure of being yourself for there’s nobody else who can do it. May you boldly decide to come through it unscathed by the false expectations imposed upon new generations.
In the futile commitment to change as if thinking alone could arrange your unique DNA to work better, there’s a trap that serves only to fetter your link to the fullest extension of you without vain intervention.
So before you fall prey to the guff that your essence is less than enough to equip you for finding fulfillment released in the deepest distillment of innocence, peace, and humaneness within, just say no to insaneness.
When agents of oppression rise like buzzards under cloudy skies to sabotage you in the steeplechase, remember cheaters can’t compete with fairness in the final heat so leave it up to fate to set the pace. In time, you’ll either forge ahead … or abandon the rules of the race and relinquish your rider instead.
When I witness your existence as you navigate the distance from the origin of purpose to the peak, I am humbled by persistence past the line of least resistance in your resolute pursuit of what you seek.
While invincibly curtailing paralytic fear of failing you are crushing obstacles along the path. Does the mountain you are scaling lead to summit views unveiling the reward for struggle in its aftermath?
Let us climb the hill together as we both escape the tether of conditioning that binds us to our birth, for the thesis isn’t whether we are made of wood or leather but how feathered faith can soar above the earth.
A field of energy surrounds exhibit halls, artistic grounds where wisdom flows. A soft wind blows from Mexico to Greece. In joining hands around the globe to touch the Dalai Lama’s robe, the threads connect; hearts intersect at avenues to peace.
Emerging from the planet’s core, the whisper soon becomes a roar — a rising tide to cast aside suspicion, hate and fear. With absolute impunity, the world embraces unity when chaos ends. It all depends on everybody here.
Compassion for our brother’s plight must hold a candle through the night. All cannot rest while one’s oppressed. Conditions inhumane erode our fundamental soul. Each person fills a vital role; we’re called to be the change we see in dreams. Let kindness reign!
Deep within the hidden country, down a road nobody knows, lined in shades of mystic colors, violets and indigos, stands the bridge that spans a distance wider than the river flows. Can you read the cryptic marker? Do you wonder where it goes?
Only audible in stillness comes the summons, “Take my hand; we will cross together.” Choices dance around illusion’s strand. Quickening, yet not awakened, shedding scents of La La Land, on the cusp of Dreamed & Doing, step into the ampersand.
“Grim care, moroseness, anxiety,—all this rust of life, ought to be scoured off by the oil of mirth. It is better than emery. Every man ought to rub himself with it. A man without mirth is like a wagon without springs, in which one is caused disagreeably to jolt by every pebble over which it runs.”~Henry Ward Beecher
There is much to be said for the value of squeaks in the axles supporting the wagon as an audible cry for attention that speaks on the breath of a petulant dragon.
For unless we can pinpoint the source of the pain that is causing the friction and scour it with abrasive exertion, perpetual strain on the bearing will soon disempower it.
Once the cleansing is finished, a coating of grease is essential to keep the wheels rolling. In the spread of the ointment, they find their release and respond to a gentle cajoling.
Like preventative medicine, flexible springs add a measure of stable protection from the potholes and pebbles and gravity swings that unbalance the cargo’s direction.
So be sure to maintain your conveyance with care when you’re feeling especially rattled, lest the unabsorbed shocks hoist the wagon midair leaving riders completely unsettled.
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