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Emotional Storms |
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Written by Julie
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Some elements show themselves from places of aching and are misread, or ignored, or pushed through like they don't exist, only to rear their pain at other times; only to cry out without tears. Tears that do not fall are still tears. Pain that is not acknowledged is still registered by the psyche and it can keep you awake while you are asleep or asleep when you are awake. There is much aching and there is much loving. There is much darkness, but decidedly more light. Sometimes it takes a tempest to reveal a rainbow. Sometimes it is a storm that clears a new path, and its rainbow's light that lifts your spirit so you might begin again.
Even if many of your days have been dark, you may now let dreams come true and stars fall from the sky and land in your hands for even when life feeds you a plate of sorrow on one day, the next day it may lay a banquet at your feet. Make sure that your blanket is big enough for all the stars that might fall to you and all of life's best picnics. And say "hello" to my dear friend, Summer, and let her charm you.She's the one with the flowers in her hair.
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Last Updated ( Wednesday, 16 July 2008 )
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Ripples in the Ponds of Life |
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Written by Julie
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Sometimes the stone that is not cast creates the biggest ripple--even when the ripple is only known to the one who fails to throw the stone or who decides in some sense of reason that the stone must be carried in a pocket rather than cast. There are all kinds of pockets--some seemingly bottomless. There are all kinds of ripples. There are all kinds of secrets that are not secret, that can be seen by anyone with open eyes. There are words unspoken, that can be heard. There are tears that fall that stain the clothes of the large and small, of the mightiest and the most helpless, both near and far away. Sometimes a stone is not a stone. Sometimes it is a gem. Sometimes it is a remembrance. Sometimes it is a tribute. Sometimes water is not water but sacred Divine ointment. Any water can be turned to wine in the right hands and with enough belief. Some elements arise from holy places and are seen for what they are. Often, it seems easier to look away than to have to wonder if it is best to carry a stone or to cast it outward. I do not pretend to know. I only follow my heart which sometimes has eyes, and sometimes has ears.
On a good day I can cast a shiny stone and watch it skip across light-kissed, sun-drenched water. A part of my spirit sails upon its current to drink the light, to absorb nature's reflections, and to touch the sky .My heart seems to see and hear best with my eyes closed and in the silence of a quiet still pond.
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Last Updated ( Wednesday, 16 July 2008 )
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Summer's Return |
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Written by Julie
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Summer has finally returned. I long to spend more time under her blanket, wrapped in her fragrant arms, lost in her warm, glowing embrace. I shall steal away with her again to that bluff that overlooks the sea in Rockport; to that place where the land, sea, and sky are one. I want to be alone in her company. I will let Summer have her way with me, for long ago she cast a spell on me that I could not and would not break. Her energy stirs in me always-- even after she has come and gone. I am ever craving her sight, touch, tastes, and colors. Summer's sparkle illuminates my mind, her sounds play fancifully upon my heartstrings. I am melted by her touch. Together we'll watch the waltz of the waves and I will hold tight to her, knowing that I can only possess her for a short while. In truth, it is she who owns me. Alas, before I have my fill of her she will leave me and take port in another sea. For now, I will place many picnics at her feet and hope that I am worthy of her company. I shall make her feel cherished and pray that she lingers long in my harbor for she is Queen of my seasons. |
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Last Updated ( Friday, 11 July 2008 )
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