I Am

Writing in my head to drown out the exterior noise the world makes. The words pour like the rain just outside my open door allowing the feeling of the cool air to touch my skin. It comforts me to fill my evening in solitude without the need for superficial distractions. Each breath is a moment in time that reminds me I’m alive. My movements become fluid and I am fully immersed in the evening with the rumbling storms it has brought for my entertainment.

Thoughts begin to fade into nothing more than the moment I am in. All fear is gone and I know I am safe. Control no longer is antagonizing as freedom of mind has taken its place. Light is subtle as it’s soft rays bring life to shadows. Empty space feels whole providing room for energy to fill my home. Time has no urgency allowing my mind to be free to think how I feel.

As my eyes grow heavy, sleep is upon me. Falling into a place of unconsciousness temporarily, I can no longer feel the need to carry burden or pain.

Still and calm, I am here right now.

Like the Weather

The beauty of the world doesn’t need your validation. And although it comes and goes with the whisp of the wind or looms over with its threatening sky; we are thankful for it. In every form, we love our world. We know that without it we cannot grow the food or wash away our wounds. We love talking about the weather and we do so in times of heat, drought or snow.

In these times, we may shout at it. Become frustrated with what it is or isn’t gifting us today. There may even be times it takes life from us. But again, we continue to love…our world. As we know it is not the fault of what it brings us. We love it because we are grateful for those glorious days where the sun fills us with joy and the rain feeds our crops.

It decides what it will provide us with today. And we are able to choose what we do with it. We can embrace it in all its magnificent swells, holding on until we finally let go and allow it to sweep us up to the sky where we look down to see what we’ve been missing all these years. The world isn’t always kind to us. It challenges us in ways that make us vulnerable. It’s up to us to embrace that vulnerability and be who we know we are.

We always have a choice. Will you sing in the rain or will you allow it to make you shiver? It doesn’t mind which you choose, it will still be here tomorrow, whether you love it or not.