When I saw the prompt for this week’s stream of consciousness, I literally laughed out loud.
Category: Freedom
The Palette of My Life Some Colors Short – Sonnet XXXVI
These metaphors diverse I do intend; Results remain remote unto the end.
The Waking Dream
Forward
Into an unknown
Yet certain
Somethingness
Undulation
a cosmic interplay of divine wind peacefully undulates over creation and seeks to ignite the fire from within. As it … More
Cling
White knuckles cling tenaciously
If…
All that matters is today and the “ifs” I face which will create my tomorrow.
Freedom as Farce
The power we promised / But can’t deliver
lighten up and splash a little
Sometimes we dance on the sand and wayward waves tickle our toes with cooling licks.
The Paradox – Sonnet XXXIV
Why fail to act when acting holds the key? This riddle I have just begun to solve.
Indeed, Beyond Survive, It Thrives
Indeed, beyond survive, it thrives; / More blossoms join the other.
in a previous light
in the layers of life / it’s darkest in the middle / right where the eye wants to fall.
America – A Lament
Turns out the abbreviation for United States is spot on.
give way
This morning – Three lines
Not Near Enough
The prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “near/far.” Use “near,” use “far,” use them both if you’d like. In fact, … More
In this, so late a season
We welcome fruit from barren womb. / a love beyond all reason.
Too.
…that soothing balm / For which / All our Sore Souls / Cry.
Hiding in the Pews
The author is uniquely qualified to bring his story to the table. Not only was he a “pew hider”, he was also a “pulpit hider”, and after a suicide attempt, he became an advocate for those struggling in the pews and a coach for the leaders of those churches who misunderstand, stigmatize, and ultimately bring harm to those in their care who suffer from mental illness.
This Thing Called Hope – Sonnet XXXIII
So pushing on, I live my Best Todays / And Trust Tomorrow’s Hope will Suit our Ways.
Some Missing Pieces Aren’t Meant to be Filled. – #SoCS
Here’s the truth: we’re all incomplete puzzles and will likely ALWAYS be incomplete, even if we finally get our shit together with healthy spirituality, quality therapy and/or the right medication. In fact, spirituality, therapy and meds just help us deal with the fact that we have missing pieces and (hopefully) stop us from trying to fill those holes with unhealthy actions, relationships, or substances.
blackened quiet
knowing the nature of cycles is often all that moves us forward.
