When I saw the prompt for this week’s stream of consciousness, I literally laughed out loud.
White knuckles cling tenaciously
The power we promised / But can’t deliver
in the layers of life / it’s darkest in the middle / right where the eye wants to fall.
Turns out the abbreviation for United States is spot on.
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.
knowing the nature of cycles is often all that moves us forward.
My challenging is not yet finished.
I’m back Here from There
I’m going to retreat; It’s the only way forward.
Dreams Dashedof Desired Destination We’ll now never get There from Here As if there had been a Chanceof anything other … More
Out there is a world / I can choose to inhabit;
I hear the cardinal whistling in my morn / And wonder what he’s thinking as he sings
For me, “luck” falls into a bucket of words I find generally unhelpful, like “blessed”, “fated”, “chance”, “good fortune” and the like. They are all words that remove most, if not all, sense of self-determination and/or the fact that sometimes things just “happen”, both good and bad.
I gasped, agog, at the gaping maw / Ready to swallow me whole
The unexamined life is not worth living, / And Life Uncovered – Hidden – Unforgiving.
Am I a fake – a fraud without a prayer? Or am I finally down to plain old me?
Still waters run deep; as it is with those who paddle silently upon them.
To me it was Their transaction: / A payment / Or collection / Now, literally Everything is given away.
And while I knew well it would not be a dream / I expected a little less grinding of gears.