Life Sucks - or Does IT?
There is a Time to Be Care-full
I’m pretty open about a lot of personal stuff, but when it comes to my poetry, well, I tend to revert to my belief that it’s too raw, too real, too much.
Just TOO!
But, if I’m going to mentor others in being soul-led and willing to move through discomfort, then I too must be willing to move through my own.
So, in the spirit of my authentic soulful self, I share this short poem with you:
Life
The rooster crows
The dandelions dance
The coffee brews
The clock ticks
The sheet of denial hangs in the air - stiff - like clothes left on a line in the freezing cold.
The rooster crows
The dandelions dance
The coffee brews
The clock ticks
The blanket of honesty floats through the air - free - like clothes left on a line in the spring breeze.
The rooster crows
The dandelions dance
The coffee brews
The clock ticks
Life sucks - or Does IT?
Whew! Now that I've got that over…
Our Lives
I wrote this poem to reflect what so many of us live:
A cycle of sensation — breath, coffee, nature.
I know that life is predictable and patterned.
And that sometimes it’s beautiful and sometimes it’s brutal.
But often… It’s unspoken.
You Know
I was married to a lovely man, and we had a nice life…a good life. But deep within me, I knew. I knew I wanted something that I wasn’t experiencing in the life we shared. On the surface, everything was fine. We didn’t have any major marital problems, and we loved each other.
But still - I knew.
My craving for more gnawed at me, and all my denying couldn’t make it go away. Although I had no idea how to emerge from the life I was in into another life, I knew that the only way to fill my craving was to redesign my life.
But I’m a stubborn soul. And I held onto my denial until I felt like I couldn’t breathe.
I tried to ignore my heart and listen to my practical head, but in the end, I couldn’t outrun my honest heart.
Thank goodness! (If you want to read more of this story, go here.)
There is a Time to Be Care-full
Friend, if we’re not careful, our lives can be wrapped in quiet denial.
But, if we take a deep breath and allow it… Honesty can stir.
It truly does come down to loving ourselves enough to ask the questions that need to be asked and listening to their answers.
If need be, we can soften our way by saying to ourselves, “I’ll start with getting curious. I don’t have to do any more than that in this moment.”
In a state of loving curiosity, we begin:
How do I really feel? (You know, but you may need to hear the question to allow the truth to take hold.)
What is the truth here? (Again, you know, but allow yourself to receive the truth.)
Is this the moment I choose to be honest?
“Honesty is often very hard. The truth is often painful. But the freedom it can bring is worth the trying.” Fred Rogers
Dearest, we get to choose: The frozen weight of pretending it’s all fine or the breezy freedom of honesty’s liberation.
Because life doesn’t suck.
Denial does.
“Denial is pushing something out of your awareness. Anything you hide in the basement has a way of burrowing under the house and showing up on the front lawn.” Howard Sasportas
No need to drink from the cup of denial — let’s allow honesty to fill our cup of joy, shall we?
Inner Joy Compass Prompt
If I were to aspire to be more honest, the first thing I would change/do is _______________.
The second thing would be _______________.
If I allowed my curiosity to lead me, my question to myself would be__________________.
If I were being completely honest about _________________, I would open my heart to ____________________.
When I think of honesty as being a choice, I feel___________________.
“Honesty is more than not lying. It is truth telling, truth speaking, truth living, and truth loving.”― James E. Faust
May we experience honesty’s liberation.
Thanks so much for being here with me.
I appreciate YOU, always.
With all my love,
Gloria