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…the tragedy of life is that people tell us who we are and we believe them…

Saturday
Mar172012

Storm

The sky was grey and steel blue, and the air was heavy-laden with moisture; the tangled dance of branches in trees; and it both thrilled and terrified that the darkening gods were preparing to open up and consume.

There is anger and unrest today. 

The heavens seek to wash clean of the Earth all the ill and vicious behavior of the populace. We take cover, lingering in bed clothes, behind heaters and mugs of coffee, staring out at the gail-soaked sky, the impatient leaves whipping to and fro like wisps of hair around the vixen face of the siren, a beauty who seeks to destroy.

There is danger in the air today.

Feminine naked form stands erect; feral, fertile before me. Breasts and bush virginally ripe and seductive yet solidly at odds with desire. They will not be taken. The length of chestnut-bronzed hair extends from root to thigh, straight and sensual. This form: a symbol of want and the forbidden.

And the storm outside is the same, existing in a time and place otherworldly and not of day or night, pocketed in an immense void of solitude. The storm reminds us of ourselves, reflecting on the sense of always stirring impatiently underneath the surface.

There is the exuming of uneasy feelings today.

Now and again only so often do we stir up our own emotions, like leaves in the storm, venturing, daring, to feel a little of what simmers beneath, the unrest that resides there, aching for a riot, throbbing for our own torrential downpour, yearning for that we were the storm.

- C.R. Cohen

Wednesday
Mar232011

Change; Sustain

I will say that I feel quite positive right now. I feel like I am doing right in my life. Moving in the right direction. I will say that I am oddly afraid of this confidence I feel. I am not so used to this calm. I have kept my pessimism at bay for some time now and I must admit, I think I have peeled back another layer of me.

Is it possible that I am becoming better? Is it possible that this could be a permanent lifestyle change?

I'd like to venture to say that it is.

Change is one thing. Sustain is another.

I am very good at Change. I can change every day, all day, all the time.

2011 I am focusing on Sustain. I am focusing on Discipline. I am focusing on Maintain. On Growth. Momentum.

My steady heart beats with passion and I follow. I must learn the distance gait of the marathon runner. The discipline, the persistence needed to complete this race called Life.

2011 - the year of the Marathon Runner. 2011 - the year of Sustained Change.

Tuesday
Jan112011

I Dream

Some days I want to scream at the sky. Just to hear that my voice can do it.

Some days I want to run with all might. Just to feel that my legs can bear it.

Some days my heart beats strong, with an aching feeling that recognizes that we all want these things.

Yet we follow the rules and we sit still, stagnant and silent, bursting inside.

 

But, I hold to the knowledge that these feelings I keep inside of me mean I am still alive.

 

I dream of pastures and echoing chambers. Of wide open spaces and beams of sunlight. 

I dream of grand adventures.

 

I dream of underground taverns filled with passionate and worldly discussions, and of European cafes filled with artists.

 

I sometimes think I was born in the wrong time and place and that I have been transplanted.

 

Let the wine and spirits flow. Let the conversation flow. Let the passion and quarrels flow.

Let the inspiration flow.

 

Let our hearts be full and open and let us reach for more.

 

Let us seem ridiculous to all those who've stopped dreaming.

 

For how can you have a dream come true, when you don't even have a dream?

Wednesday
Jan052011

New Year

The new year hinges on the brink of mixed emotions.

I stand now on the wobble-footed chasm - (ever-widening) - between the blossoming of rebirth, renewal, and the nostalgia and decay of the ever gone.

Feelings are at conflict.

I walked through the mall today and sensed the twinge of anxiety that hung in the air as collectively we realized - drawing temporally further from Holidays -  that the celebrations were over. The party dresses left hanging in the shop windows seemed a little sad, filling the space with a loneliness unintended.

The world was quieter, with less of gaiety and frivolity. Words that now sound silly on the tongue.

But even as the light seems to dim a little inside us, as the curb fronts become lined with the evergreen Death of the Season, we do well to remember that new games are afoot. That we are at a beginning, which is much more adventurous than an end.

So to the New Year! With those celebratory and declarative capital letters. There is a reason for them.

Make this New Year count.

You owe it to yourself and others.