The Next Step

Have you ever bared your inner most thoughts and wounds to another?  It is hard to reveal everything, to lay it all out and down.  The wall between your inner self and the outside can be a prison sometimes.  If nothing gets out nothing gets in either.  Personal growth doesn't come from being static.  I realized that yesterday while my inner world was going haywire.  I always said I would hold back just a little piece of me...just in case.  Well what good is a little piece of hurt if you can't reveal it to the one person who will listen to you no matter what?  The telling is of great importance to your soul.  Nothing hidden anymore.   

T G I W

Where is the fall weather?  It was very humid today.  Thank God it is Wednesday...

God Knows

I am blessed.  I have to remember from time to time just how blessed my life is and to be thankful.  Can a person ever really express enough gratitude for love that is freely given?  We are all here looking for the one love that matches our own and for the most part we never really expect to ever find it.  We hope and pray for it but our own doubt sabotage us again and again.  Still we pray and hope after all who besides God really knows what will happen next? 

Two Empty Frames.

I've been staring at the two empty frames that I didn't place any new photo's of Melanie and me because I failed to take the photographs in the first place. Now here I sit wishing I would have.

Answered Prayers

Have you ever had your prayers answered?  I have.  The realization of your direct connection to God is both humbling and invigorating.  I mean usually you pray for God to change things and all of a sudden you realize you have to change...and viola!  Right between the eyes your answer hits you.  You think it may be just a coincidence but deep inside you know.  Especially when you feel the love.

All the love.  Feel it...and know.

Life As I Know It

Life as I know it is many things.
 I want it to speed up and slow down all at the same time. 
I want to keep it safe and I want to spend it like a drunken sailor. 
I want to know what comes next but then
I want to close my eyes so it will be a surprise.
 I want to romance it,
 hold it in a lovers embrace and whisper in it's ear
 my undying gratitude for its gift to me.

Missing

I have been missing a lot of opportunities to write here lately.  It has not been by any design that I have missed.   I just seem to have inspiration at the most inopportune moments like when I am driving to work for instance.  I always tell myself that the idea that comes from within will present itself again but it never seems to.  I try to remember the brilliant light that each idea or line of prose is... but like the flash of lightning that lights the darkened night sky the memory of the flash is all I have.  Try to catch it!  If you know how let me know...