the summer of strength

mental strength begins when i step out of bed.
it continues while i sip my morning coffee.
mental strength accompanies me throughout my movements.
it sees me through until day’s end.
 
 

 
 
it’s been quite a summer.
for me, for my whole family.

the summer of silence

SILENCE.

not the soothing, peaceful kind.
not the stillness we all crave,
when we’re feeling overwhelmed.

i’m talking about silence that is deafening, unwelcome.
the kind that roars in your ears when you’re wishing
to hear answers instead.

the kind that makes you want to
scream and tear your hair out and crush
the indecision and fear and bewilderment and waiting.

Home is your essence.

A friend of mine recently shared: “You can give a kid roots even in a family that moves a lot. We do this by keeping traditions, keeping some routines the same, and taking some important objects with us wherever we go.

Goodbye, noise.


 
 
Goodbye, noise.
Turning off the oh-so-loud chatter in your mind.
Saying a final farewell to the “I’m not good enough”s
And the “why can’t I just”s.

Goodbye, noise.
No longer wishing for a world that doesn’t suit you.
Searching instead for your reason for living,
Your personal pinnacle of transformation.

capture! celebrate! calibrate!

“Man is not born perfect. He is born incomplete, he is born as a process. He is born on the way, as a pilgrim. That is his agony and his ecstasy too; agony because he cannot rest, he has to go ahead, he has always to go ahead.

to the point


 
 
yes, there is just one life for you.
and not surprisingly . . . it is your OWN life.

 
 
the to-the-point reminder of the week then?

dazzle yourself.


that’s it.
carry on.

 
 
*******
 
 
what makes you uniquely you?

face that mountain.

there are days, sometimes weeks, even months . . .
i just feel tired.

sad, old, a bit used up.
off my rhythm.

i don’t eat well or exercise enough,
my health is compromised,
my hair lacks luster.

and there are no new ideas.

the fluidity of clouds


 
 
“I think clouds are beautiful, don’t you? It’s just that their beauty is missed because they’re so omnipresent, so commonplace that people don’t notice them . . .”

~Gavin Pretor-Pinney
 
 

 
 

 
 
when i was young,
i used to lie on the grass with my artist mom.

rung by rung

start climbing the ladder,
beginning the painful journey.

the bottom rungs.

disillusioned.
deflated.
despairing.
defeated.
depressed.
 
 
feeling less uncomfortable,
with each step up.

the middle rungs.

disappointed.
doubtful.
discombobulated.
defiant.
discriminating.
 
 
closer to the trees, to the clouds, to the sun.

reflections on my semi-solo retreat

after reviewing my scrawled and copious notes,
reflecting on my five days away from home base,
i can sincerely say . . .

it was good.

ample time and space in order to
sort through my thoughts and emotions, goals and regrets,
at times jumbled up into one messy chaotic puzzle.