Better to experience rejection, or failure, than die with regret. Take the chance. -gws
Take the Chance
Forty-Six
This weekend sees another rotation around the sun completed This weekend sees me trying to solve some of the hardest challenges of my adulthood This weekend sees me reluctant to do any celebrating Forty-six Forty-six years of joys and heartaches Of tryings and learnings Of experimentation and exploration I think on the six year old me The sixteen year old me The twenty-six year old me The thirty-six year old me Each of these stages of my life reflect a different person than I am now Softer, more optimistic, more naive and innocent versions of me I am grateful for all of my experiences as they have shaped me They have forged me in fire and tempered me in ice water My scars and wounds show that I have lived and loved They show that I have tried and failed and gotten back up I am graced to have the gift of experience and perspective For you can only obtain these gifts by living Although I may not be bathing in the contentment I dreamed I'd have at this age The journey is not over There are more tales to be lived and pages to be written More love to be given and received Everyday that the sun rises, there is hope to create the narrative I want for myself Being an adult is scary and contrary to popular belief No one knows what they are doing We're all just making it up as we go along And trying to learn from those who have already been there There's no getting it right Only doing our best at every step we're able to take So here's to forty-six May dreams manifest May peace prevail May I continue to grow, and love, and learn in all things I do -gws
Thanksgiving Blessings
May your table be set with love. May your company experience belonging. May your table's bounty feed the soul. May your blessings be plentiful and your gratitude boundless. -gws
Wildling
She was wild Divinely corralled Pulsing with wind chasing through wild grasses Bubbling icy streams and Hummingbird wings All kinetic energy and joy for existing -gws
Earth Dance
May I always dance to windsong with bare feet pounding cool Earth Exalting life with every reverberation through my being -gws
Complexity of Being
You are exactly as you need to be in this moment Whatever that looks and feels like It is not always going to be sunshine and rainbows Sometimes it is dark clouds and heavy rain All of it is okay All of it is the human experience All of it is the magic of living life in these human bodies It is messy and joyful and painful and elating and exhausting The beauty is in wrapping your arms around the IS We get to walk this path Experiencing the vast complexity of being -gws
Holding Up the Moon
I am tired of holding up the moon. When it turns its back on me, I suffer under its gravity. -gws
Sacred
I am sacred. My vessel is beautiful. I shall embrace these truths as prayer. -gws
Polished
I wander amongst the damp earth and moss covered trees. I walk by the water where the stones are worn smooth and reflect on how life has polished and refined me. -gws
October Eclipse
I took a walk under warm October skies. Friday night lights lit my way as the marching band at the local high school played Motown on the nearby football field. As I walked down the street, I passed a young woman in a relaxed phone conversation on her front porch. She was joyously telling the person on the other end of the phone that she had just realized that she was excited to get married, and I smiled at her to show my joy at her joy. She smiled back in acknowledgement. But as I made my way toward home, my smile quickly faded as I realized that I never got to experience that feeling she was describing. I never got to be excited about getting married. Every time I started to get excited a shadow would eclipse my sun. Another discovery. Another confrontation. Another meltdown. Another confession. Another betrayal. Another, "I'm sorry." Another. Another. Another... Stolen joy. Disappointment. Hurt. Reassessment. Promise. Betrayal. Apology... I envied that woman's excitement. More, I wished her great love and lasting happiness. I knew neither. I watched red contrails crisscross the orange-glow, autumn sunset sky, and wondered if it could have been different. I wondered if it should have been different. I wondered if it should be different. I returned home to my reality, and as I stepped back into my rut-worn role in my desaturated, carbon copy world, I hoped tomorrow might be different despite knowing that would likely never be. -gws
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