Trojan words

Be careful with your words even when using words of love or admiration, to offer up loving words with no intention of following through or without truth is even more dark than offering up words of hate.

It takes from the person so much deeper than a simple insult or rejection. It lifts them up only to have gravity smash them into a million pieces. Unable to trust again.

Always be careful with your words. Choose wisely. Say what you mean not what you think someone wants to hear. Never say something just to make yourself feel better.

Words are weapons, some more obvious & some like Trojan horses that can destroy a person from the inside out; Getting straight to their hearts centre by incasing it in a facade of love.

Respect the power of words

January 17, 2020 0

Imperfect perfection

Love is not made from perfect faces or perfect bodies, it is not made from cloth or stone. We get so caught up in the fantasy of love that we often run hurriedly past genuine love, distracted by the twinkle of romantic grand gestures often based on nothing more than a generic idea found only in the movies.

We fight and we fight trying to be perfection to feel deserved of love but it is in our darkest days, not only our greatest triumphs that we form connections. That we weave the ever lasting bonds of true love. It takes effort and wanting to create the tapestry, so intricate so unique to the individual. It takes choice. We must choose to love another everyday we wake. We must commit. Love is more than temporary curves and muscles, love is that warm feeling that fills you from the inside out when you simply sit quietly with your love. The passion arises out of this quiet contentment, as we realise we can trust with our entire being. We are home in that moment, and at total peace, free to explore whatever our bodies choose.

January 17, 2020 0

Résumé

Never judge someone by what they are currently doing with their lives, believing it’s the whole picture. Humans are complicated, malleable and ever changing. Judge a soul, judge levels of kindness, of empathy, judge honesty and openness. Recognise potential, recognise talent & tenacity. Take note of inner strength. We are never always at our best and just think, are you the same person you were 10 years ago? 5 even?Did someone you meet bring out the best in you? And someone else the worst?

One day the person that seems to have everything may have nothing if you judge on superficial things. We are only left with our inner spark and magnetism. Don’t let the sparkle of a diamond or position ever sway you to think otherwise. We are humans; we need love, respect, kindness & belonging. Not things and titles. Reach for the stars. But don’t miss out on what’s right under your nose. You haven’t walked in another’s shoes. So don’t dare judge their depth from afar. We either expand or shrink with our judgements. Choose limitlessness

December 2, 2019 0

To the other side

My feet on dry land but I feel like I am drowning. Drowning, sinking, into a thick heavy liquid of un-poured cement. I am scared if I settle for even a moment I’ll be buried in the heaviness forever. 50 feet under, petrified in grey. I must keep churning to keep the flow.

My body falls away as my minds turbulent spin distracts me. I can’t think my way out like before. I can’t move. I can’t breath.

I am trapped in an invisible vortex. Things seem calm on the outside but gravity is heavier here inside my mind. Each attempt at freedom only burrows me deeper within the cement as I try to crawl through the path I’ve been dealt. Sometimes I just wish it would swallow me whole so that I didn’t have to keep forcing my way. It felt so pointless now. Why am I so shackled when everyone else seems so free, so light, so carefree? They walk on air while I carry the worlds weight with each step.

The energies that be have me surrounded and my only way out, I can’t even be sure exists. Do I clutch onto hope to no avail? My finger tips and knuckles white from holding on too long. My nails starting to bleed from the pressure, knuckles are torn. Is this it? Don’t show me a sign, but lead the way. I can not handle cryptic gestures any longer. I need it to be real. Pull me through to the other side.

July 10, 2019 0