As The Moments Pass

I was laying in my bed last night.Thoughts whirling. I made a note to myself to write today. I do faithfully keep my journal entries but I have not sit and actually blogged since April of this year.

So here goes.

I have come to realize that each and every one of us are going through something. We may not mention it so much but it is ever present. Sometimes persons we love and care for so much do not seem to realize the extent their pain rubs off on us.

We hurt with them, and wish we could make everything OK for them.

I also realize we are essentially on our own so too speak.

Any negative’s we release to the universe comes back in another form or fashion. It is better to let it out and than let it go. No need for re story telling or the constant guilt trip so many of us put ourselves through.

No one is pure light and fancy. We all possess a darkness.

I suppose wisdom comes from years of experiences, being in a place of helplessness at times. Yet again…

being a part of time and spaces where we are truly comprehending enlightenment, peace and tranquility.

In my present moments I am bewildered by persons in my past that seemingly come out of the woodwork. They want me back, they want what they so carelessly tossed aside.

I am not in their space. I care, but not the way they would like me too care.

After 20-25 years past seems rather redundant to say the least.

I have never been an overly materialistic  person. I do find the ways to acquire what I need. My animals are all well cared for. I help others when I can and I sleep well at night.

I try to listen and observe more.

I make an effort not to make promises I can not keep.

Some one said something to me the other day. It meant a lot too me.

I really enjoy reading your writing. It reminds me of another time, a different season.

So perfect is her prose, so meaningful her content.

Reading her words is a reflection of my thoughts at many given times.

She pens wisdom and feeling, indeed.

my response:

Such a beautiful thing to be able to express one’s self in writing and prose. I do so appreciate that you appreciate 🙂

I am going to bed with these sweet words on my mind as I lay sleeping into my dreams.

Random thoughts last night before sleeping:

When I was growing up country style. We had wells. Some actually had steps and you could step down into the dark, mossy dampness. Creeper crawlies were in full swing. Huge spiders and other slithering things. I always felt so intrigued.

The way I felt so whole, no fear when I went down those steps into the darkness.

 

OH and My Dreams:

Whoa, stop with these crazy ass dreams.
First I was being attacked by invisible entities, I woke with shallow breathing. Scared.

Second walking with unknown man in unknown territory.

Third  scheduled to work the graveyard shift but no notification.
I was in the process of moving when I went to JOB and Billy said so you’re 66. I said no and she said Yep.
No show, no call and you are 66.
I explained that I was moving, things were scattered, trying to find shift uniform. Trying to find shoes that fit little boy I was babysitting for extra funds.
My car would not start, my moped battery was dead.

I am tired.
Maybe coffee will fix me.

Nine (Sleeping at Last) is here:

Here is the MIX

“Nine”

Who am I
To say what any of this means-
I have been sleepwalking
Since I was fourteen

Now as I write my song
I retrace my steps
Honestly, it’s easier
To let myself forget

Still, I check my vital signs
Choked up, I realize
I’ve been less than half myself
For more than half my life

Wake up
Fall in love again
Wage war on gravity
There’s so much
Worth fighting for
You’ll see

Another domino falls
Either way

It looks like empathy
To understand all sides
But I’m just trying to find myself
Through someone else’s eyes

So show me what to do
To restart this heart of mine
How do I forgive myself
For losing so much time?

Wake up
Roll up your sleeves
There’s a chain reaction
In your heart
Muscle memory
Remembering who you are

Stand up
Fall in love again and again and again
Wage war on gravity
There’s so much
Worth fighting for
You’ll see

Another domino falls
And another domino falls

A little at a time
I feel more alive
I let the scale tip and feel all of it
It’s uncomfortable but right

We were born to try
To see each other through
To know and love ourselves and others well
Is the most difficult and meaningful
Work we’ll ever do

In closing to all my faithful followers

Stay True to You in All Waysscorpion_frog_move

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lady Blue Meanderings Take 19

“Most likely a thoughtful person who values spending time on your own. You’d rather connect deeply with a few people than have a bunch of slight acquaintances.”

I drive a moped, no mandatory insurance, have a helmet, don’t wear it. My rant is similar. When I am in my lane it is MY lane. Some people think they can just pass me on the left which is such a very stupid move. What if I adjust my wheel the slightest, well that would not be a pretty sight. Than of course those that pass me on the right. Another story. Like seriously. Can anyone possibly be in that much of a hurry too get to the next red light where I will hopefully be waiting too give you a big piece of my mind.

The movie “The Lovers” was released under several different titles, such as “Singularity”, “Time Traveler” and another French title. It was from 2013, and stared Josh Hartnett in the lead role.

It is the tale of an impossible romance, set against the backdrop of the first Anglo-Maratha war across two time periods and continents.

An Indian woman falls deeply in love with an 18th century British office, and in present-day, he has an American marine biologist wife, who is also his beloved.

“Easter. The only time it’s okay to put all of your eggs in one basket!”
Wishing everyone a day of blessings.

“Change is usually always better once you get used too it”

Lady Blue

Love my Three Fairy Sisters
Designed by me

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I wrote this:

I am sending this on it’s way too you
Across the miles of green grass and palms
I send it with much Attentiveness, Love, Compassion and Intuitiveness
The Fairies have been instructed to sprinkle huge amounts of Happy Dust.
The molecules shall surround and envelope you with Comfort, Care and Love throughout your Life’s Journey.

m ART Z 2018

“if you hold sand too tightly in your hand it will run through your fingers.”

I’m not quite sure why I have a land line and a cell phone. It’s not like I answer either one very often, unless of course it has a special ring tone set up.

Just some Insight

A left turn against a red light can only be made from a one-way street onto a one-way street. Signal and stop for a red traffic light at the marked limit line. If there is no limit line, stop before entering the crosswalk. If there is no crosswalk, stop before entering the intersection.

Turning left at a green light is that pulling forward and turning after the light turns red is absolutely legal, that you have the right of way over traffic facing a red light (as you entered on a green light), and that it’s often times the only way to turn left at an intersection. And that’s pretty much the end of it. Obstruction laws apply when the destined street is full and cannot accommodate additional vehicles (and you end up sitting in the crosswalk or intersection). An officer trying to extend that law to apply to any cars that simply clear the intersection after their light turns red, is in my opinion, in the wrong, and is failing to comprehend the point of the “obstruction” law.

The powers that be in Key West government have decided to rename Key West “Westkey”…with a bar and church on every corner kinda makes sense.

Cyndi’s April Fool’s

I think we should have a April Fool’s day every 1 st of the month.
Like next month May Fool’s day and so on.

Flashback Time:

My dad dyed our little bunnies and the next morning we were not very happy finding different colored dead bunnies. I guess he was thinking of how you dye little chickies. He felt so bad.

Than we had the pleasure of hunting Easter eggs. My mama mistakenly hid than in a copperhead nest. Little slithering babies was scary as crap. Didn’t retrieve those eggs.

They found the cobra that was missing,and he had taken a bite out of crime in the Bronx…

April Fool’s

Some one just said two oceans never meet and that it is salt water and river water that meet.
Well duh,this has been circulating for so long.
Many thought it was edited in Photoshop.

Their are many places where this phenomenon occurs so no one is wrong, it’s Science and we all know how diverse that is.

This photo was taken in Cape Point,Africa
Source W.W.W

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http://www.findtripinfo.com/south-africa/cape-town/cape-point-two-oceans.html

Hard Boiled Eggs

Add Baking Soda to the Cooking Water

Because older eggs have more alkaline, you shouldn’t add vinegar to the cooking water, though some recipes recommend it. Adding about a teaspoon of baking soda to the cooking water increases the alkalinity, which will make the eggs easier to peel later on.

Cynthia says~ We don’t always need a KING in our lives, but we do need to remember we are always the Queen. Never treat yourself as a pawn in someone else’s game.

If you ‘assume’ something, the universe will provide those things or conditions.

Just a reminder to be gentle with yourself whatever feelings arise.

The feelings are hard enough to endure, so do not add to them by berating yourself.

Self-kindness will get you through.

I am a GREAT Grandmother,actually I am a grandmother that just happens to be GREAT

https://www.scienceofpeople.com/what-is-an-ambivert-quiz/

“Are you an extrovert or introvert?”

Ambivert: Someone who exhibits qualities of both introversion and extroversion.

Why Ambiverts Are Awesome

Many people assume that extroverts are the best at sales, the best leaders and are the most successful at work—WRONG! Adam Grant, an associate professor at Wharton School, analyzed 35 separate studies and found the statistical relationship between extroversion and income was basically zero.

He conducted a personality survey and collected three-month sales records for more than 300 salespeople, both male and female. The people who ranked right in the middle for extroversion and introversion (ambiverts) turned out to be the best salespeople.

Ambiverts pulled in 24 percent more revenue than introverts, and a mind-boggling 32 percent more revenue than extroverts!

Grant guessed that ambiverts seem to strike a balance between the two more extreme personality traits:

“The ambivert advantage stems from the tendency to be assertive and enthusiastic enough to persuade and close, but at the same time, listening carefully to customers and avoiding the appearance of being overly confident or excited,” Grant said.

Life is too short to spend time with toxic people in draining places!
Ambiverts think they have a split personality

I am Blue

the most soothing shade of the spectrum. The color of a clear summer sky or a deep, reflective ocean, blue has traditionally symbolized trust, solitude, and loyalty. Most likely a thoughtful person who values spending some time on your own, you’d rather connect deeply with a few people than have a bunch of slight acquaintances. Luckily, making close friends isn’t that hard, since people are naturally attracted to you — they’re soothed by your calming presence. Cool and collected, you rarely overreact. Instead, you think things through before coming to a decision.

I give Broccoli sprouts to my hamster Chibi. She loves them.

This is my go 2 blender drink:

Ingredients

3 cups filtered water.
1/4 cup hemp seeds or flax seed.
If in a pinch use Wheat Germ
2 cups baby spinach.
1 cup broccoli sprouts, rinsed well.
1 banana, frozen.
1 cup frozen strawberries.
1 cup frozen pineapple chunks.
1 tablespoon cocoa powder.
1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract
4 Medjool dates, pitted

Flax seeds come from another ancient plant that (like hemp) was once best known for its fibers. That is just one of the similarities between flax and hemp seed. The protein it provides is another important similarity in that while flax seeds contain less protein than hemp, they provide all of the nine essential amino acids and are considered a complete protein source as a result. Hemp seeds also contain all nine essential amino acids.

Along with being nutritionally similar, flax seeds can also make a good hemp seed substitute in terms of their flavor and texture. Flax seeds bring the flavor of toasted nuts along with a mild crunch that can work in many of the same applications for which hemp seeds would be used. Flax seeds actually provide more than twice the amount of fiber that you would get from hemp seeds.

LUCKY BAMBOO

Chinese believes that if one of your bamboo dies is actually a good thing. It has prevented something happening that could have been worse.

3 stems is a favorite number because it represents happiness, long life and wealth. Yes please!

If I could just find somewhere in Key West that has them.The last one I had was a baby that after 8 years growth towered above my kitchen cabinets.A jump down form manic cat China destroyed it. It was unable to be mended.

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In retrospect on the 21 st of March 2018,I had a moped incident.Three weeks later X-Rays revealed two cracked ribs. The pain was horrid. I have had broken ribs when I was younger. At 69 it took a huge toll on this bod.

Reality Shiters.
Actually just a pun I use on occasion.

It is actually called Reality Shifts.

http://realityshifters.com/pages/articles/whatarerealityshifts.html

affection

a physical way of showing just how much you love someone. Its a fondness that consumes you. Wanting to touch, tickle, kiss, hug, or hold.

Uninstalled and reinstalled Photo-Paint X8 Pro.Now hardly none of my extra’s load since the service pack 3 was installed with it.

After all the uninstalling,reinstalling with new service pack and all perks and extra’s it fails to start?

Finally it is fixed.

The Warriors Prayer by Stuart Wilde
(24 September 1946 – 1 May 2013) was a British writer. Best known for his works on New Age, self-empowerment, and spirituality,

I am what I am.

In having faith in the beauty within me, I develop trust.

In softness I have strength.

In silence I walk with the gods.

In peace I understand myself and the world.

In conflict I walk away.

In detachment I am free.

In respecting all living things, I respect myself.

In dedication I honor the courage within me.

In eternity I have compassion for the nature of all things.

In love I unconditionally accept the evolution of others.

In freedom I have power.

In my individuality, I express the God-Force within me.

In service I give of what I have become.

I am what I am: Eternal, immortal, universal, and infinite.

And so be it.

Until I meander back too you

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Meanderings~Take17

the “Snapdragon” part of my life…part of me has snapped…the rest is draggin

On to Take 17

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11:39 PM 1/29/2018

“Your icy voice put out the stars
it cracked my heart, and broke it in splinters
your tone as cold as Colorado winters
but I promise to soon forget
the contract we almost made…you’ll feel
the swift response of an equal
as the dream begins to fade
I’ll drown you in pseudo kindness
and a casual, friendly glance
I can almost imagine your blindness
as I watch and wait
for the chance
to suddenly – cruelly – make you know
how easy it was to let you go”

By Linda Goodman –
From Venus Trines at Midnight

7:04 AM 2/2/2018
the “Snapdragon” part of her life…part of me has snapped…the rest is draggin

6:33 PM 2/2/2018
“La vie est belle”, a French expression meaning “Life is beautiful”.

1:16 PM 2/4/2018
Natalie Wood case reopened (Death in dark Water)Born July 20, 1938 – Died November 29, 1981 (43 Years Old)
Did he kill her,put the down coat on her,dump her and release the dingy to set up a murderous ploy?

2:03 PM 2/4/2018
We each have a darkness and a light and many shades of gray that filter in. Illness of any kind really puts us to major tests and we warrior on the best we can.

2:35 AM 2/15/2018
http://appalachianmagazine.com/2017/11/23/the-history-of-appalachian-english-why-we-talk-differently/

I am so tared,and dern it I still have too wudder the flowers and wush my clothes

10:51 AM 2/16/2018
Clo·vis
‘klov?s/
nounArchaeology
noun: Clovis

a Paleo-Indian culture of Central and North America, dated to about 11,500–11,000 years ago and earlier. The culture is distinguished by heavy, leaf-shaped stone spearheads.

Watched a good show on the First real Americans on National Geographic. They were known as the Clavis and came into the America’s too a new land via Siberia. The Native Americans who were first thought to be the First are descendants from them. They have discovered a cave in the Yucatan that holds so many treasures in the deepest and darkness depths. Ice age mammal bones and a human said to be at least 13,000 years old.

http://thegoodnessoflife.com/

I thought about how things change seemingly so suddenly.

More than likely an outcome already set in motion.

Like Old Home being razed too make way for new development. When people we love withdraw from us, the school shootings that yet again took innocent lives.

Illness that we have no real control over. At the mercy of Doctors and medical teams that are often time as clueless as we are.

I made a OLD HOME video.

I had hominy, an egg and cottage cheese with apple butter for early breakfast.

I made Fish Baja Tacos for my solo dinner last night.

I know I won’t be around to see it but I can easily envision a world made of skyscrapers where beautiful land once was, little space craft used as transport, gardens grown hydraulically in the sky. Perhaps 25-50 more years.

Of course there is that major possibility of an all out wipe out of what we know as Earth, our home.

So much going on in today’s and futuristic technology that we are not privy to have knowledge of. Just little crumbs thrown our way here and there.

The weather here has been lovely and the Iguana’s are soaking up the sunbeams.

11:47 AM 2/16/2018
We have our memories.
I guess when you come down to it we can be thankful and blessed that we still remember.

10:26 AM 2/17/2018
Cynthia says~We don’t always need a KING in our lives, but we do need to remember we are always the Queen. Never treat yourself as a pawn in someone else’s game.

10:06 PM 2/17/2018

If you ‘assume’ something, the universe will provide those things or conditions.

10:08 PM 2/17/2018

Just a reminder to be gentle with yourself whatever feelings arise.

The feelings are hard enough to endure, so do not add to them by berating yourself.

Self-kindness will get you through.

2:05 AM 2/18/2018
Danced many nights away at Cross Key,the Gold Dust,and the Rabbit’s Foot.I was forbidden to go to Cross Keys but I had a escape plan from my bedroom window.Oh the stories,the MP’s from Fort Detrick,Maryland and all the good times.

7:18 AM 2/18/2018
Agrees it is best to forgive and forget then to live with regret so I’ll forgive you and forget you so I won”t have to regret falling for your bullshit again.

8:08 AM 2/18/2018
Synchronicity is a “happen chance” that occurs that is in perfect alignment with your thoughts or ideas. Often mistaken as coincidences, synchronicities are universal nods, confirming that you are on the right track. Synchronicities can also be road signs that help steer you on to the right track if you are feeling confused or lost in some way.

9:05 AM 2/18/2018
What is in Formula 303?
Formula 303 is an amazing homeopathic natural remedy for relaxing muscles and tension. This all natural muscle relaxer can be appreciated by anybody.Formula 303 can help to relieve muscle spasms and pain while having a calming and relaxing effect on your psyche.

7:30 AM 2/22/2018
The Broads

Click here for awesome photos of Broads in all their awesomeness.

http://www.sarah-bishop.com/girls/index.html

Someone asked me yesterday if I had ever been A BROAD.

I replied “I’ve been a BROAD my entire life.”

“So, what is a Broad?

A Broad is a gal who takes no crap from anyone.

A Broad is smart, loyal, honest, supportive, sassy, funny, and knows who she is.

A Broad can bring home the bacon and fry it up in the pan, regardless of whether or not a man is in her life.

A Broad doesn’t have time to be jealous of the women around her.

A Broad doesn’t have time to gossip nonstop, though a Broad is extremely capable of dishing some good dirt (the only difference is she’ll dish it to your face).

A Broad knows the true meaning of the word vent; she can lend an ear while her friends vent, and let out a good scream of her own with her fellow Broads.

Basically, a Broad is as real as any woman can get, and I’m proud to have known a few real Broads in my life.”

9:59 AM 2/25/2018

https://archive.org/stream/thevelveteenrabb11757gut/11757.txt

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11:07 AM 2/25/2018
Some other reasons to be grateful if you grew up speaking English:

1) The bandage was wound around the wound.

2) The farm was used to produce produce.

3) The dump was so full that it had to refuse more refuse.

4) We must polish the Polish furniture.

5) He could lead if he would get the lead out.

6) The soldier decided to desert his dessert in the desert.

7) Since there is no time like the present, he thought it was time to

present the present.

8) At the Army base, a bass was painted on the head of a bass drum.

9) When shot at, the dove dove into the bushes.

10) I did not object to the object.

11) The insurance was invalid for the invalid.

12) There was a row among the oarsmen about how to row.

13) They were too close to the door to close it.

14) The buck does funny things when the does are present.

15) A seamstress and a sewer fell down into a sewer line.

16) To help with planting, the farmer taught his sow to sow.

17) The wind was too strong to wind the sail.

18) After a number of Novocain injections, my jaw got number.

19) Upon seeing the tear in the painting I shed a tear.

20) I had to subject the subject to a series of tests.

21) How can I intimate this to my most intimate friend?

22) I spent last evening evening out a pile of dirt.

8:55 AM 2/26/2018

“Young souls get angry at others.

Old souls get angry at themselves.

But really wise souls, Phoenix, have already turned the page.

Got forever and ever?
The Universe”

Play on Words:

I am a GREAT Grandmother,actually I am a grandmother that just happens to be GREAT

1:59 PM 2/27/2018
I am already going through withdrawal and have to wait till August 2018 for season 3 of Victoria.She and Albert had 9 children.Perhaps from these dates below one can suppose they even had premarital sex.They were married on 10 February 1840,there first daughter Vicky was born on the 21 November 1840.

9:47 AM 2/28/2018
It’s a mind boggling world we live in. Hence we have addicts, homeless and persons so tied up in Reality TV they don’t see the Beautiful Real World just outside the cage, a cage we have made for ourselves.

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Cynthia

Just Loving The Feeling~Moby

We spend our days together
Hiding far from everything

Moby – JLTF Lyrics

We heard the rain on the window
Like a simple waste of time
We heard the sirens’ wailing
Like the world has lost its mind

We spend our days together
Hiding far with everything
Oh, we knew it was over
When the summer turned to spring

And all the words we said
All the time we spent
Does it mean nothing?
Does it mean nothing?

All the words we said
All the time we spent
Does it mean nothing?
Does it mean nothing?

We heard the rain on the window
Like a simple waste of time
We heard the sirens’ wailing
I knew they’d comfort you

We spend our days in heaven
Dying far with everything
Oh, we knew it was over
When the needle didn’t sting

And all the words we said
All the time we spent
Does it mean nothing?
Does it mean nothing?

All the words we said
All the time we spent
Does it mean nothing?
Does it mean something?

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This Maze Called Life

‎I woke this morning feeling so much better of health, mind and spirit. Pain is such a thing that completely controls when you are engulfed by it. Some pain is a natural occurrence of say perhaps having a bad tooth removed, the after effects of which is excruciating  pain. Perhaps you waited to long and the pain had already taken its place. An extraction was the only option you had to make.

Pain surrounds us. The pain of losing someone you love. The means can be by separation. Temporary, fleeting or permanent as in death.

Our lives are made of happenings, occurrences, trials and tribulations. These are what make each individual’s story.

Life stories.

Many persons choose to keep them hidden. Not only from their selves; but any curious minds that tend to want the satisfaction of the probe. They have a morbid fascination with needing to know, to dissect what made the person he or she is or was.
Being part of the Human equation we all have the predisposed story. We are born, we are nurtured, loved and protected. We grow into wisdom by experiences we have. We die.
The adopted child is in someway, not always given unconditional love, nurturing and protection. They are chosen ones. The biological parent chose to place them for adoption. The reasons sometimes given at some later date in the child’s future. Perhaps the parent was too young, the child was conceived by rape. The child was better off with a more loving family. A Human that would show them so much more love and opportunities in his life.

The ultimate reason is always they loved the child so much they knew they personally would never be enough.

In actuality, we all have essentially the same story. Our feelings on love, life and all the inbetweens. The chapters, turning the pages on the experiences that make each individuals story (the unique one ) that it is and always will be.

The adopted child. How they felt when they discovered their parents were not there biological parents.

The child raised by abusive parents. The fear of losing the only thing they knew if the truth was revealed.

Drug Abusers, Addicts (Elicit and Street), Alcoholics. The paths they took that led them to addiction and recovery.

All stories. All sounding so similar yet so different.

I am a recovering addict. I never told my story or shared at a N.A Meeting. In recent years I have shared through my blogs and writings. I have been clean since 1998. I have chosen the path that works for me.

I came from a loving home. I had a family, a mother, a father, a brother and two sisters.
When religion became the mainstay of my mother’s life when I was 12 years of age my life took a dramatic change. I wanted to please both my believing mother and my disbelieving father.

It changed me. I always was looking for acceptance from them.

In later years my rebellious nature took over.
I was eventually disfellowshipped from the church and in their retribution shunned from all I loved in life.

I never have understood how a person of faith can say they love you unconditionally yet cast you away like a moldy piece of bread or cheese.

When I felt I could no longer give my daughter the life she deserved I made the choice to take her too her father’s. That decision changed me in ways I find hard to accept at times. I no longer felt responsible for anyone, not even myself.

My life was reeling so fast and furiously out of control there was no other option too me.
Now, I see the selfishness in my actions. I deprived her of me, her mother. I was never abusive too her, I loved her.

Everything in my  life escalated afterwards. Relocating, new friends, jobs, habits.
I never lost contact with her. She was forever part of my heart.

Now, years later my daughter is back with me. My parents are both of the air and mist. My grandchildren are thriving in adulthood. I have constant correspondence with my siblings.

Both my ex husbands are deceased.

I am feeling very blessed.

Most important of all. I steer my vessel now, I plan and control my destinations.

A poem I wrote many years ago.

CHOSEN WAYS

From a dream these thoughts arose and upon arising finding pens and
paper I  began this prose.

Life in almost every instance is chosen.
Not at the moment of birth but from each moment henceforth.
You have control of your world and surroundings.
Your Chosen Ways

In the first years, you in a sense control your parents.
They feed, dry, and clothe you when you cry.
Then in your teens they try to almost no avail to control you because after all it’s your life.

Your Chosen Ways
As you find your way into the world, you and your Chosen Ways find joy, happiness, pain, depression, and helplessness.
You swim at times, others have sought your Chosen Ways.
You sink at times under the influence of their Chosen Ways.
In the name of love, you destroy your loveliness with drugs and alcohol.
In the name of faith you lose your parents love for twelve years of your Chosen life.

Your Chosen Ways
You wander aimlessly, seemingly without purpose, chasing an elusive butterfly for years.
Live in shelters, on the street
Not missing a beat.
You submerge yourself in self-destructive Chosen ways with the same Chosen people
You are a product of your parents, and there parents and on and on and there Chosen Ways
You want, you don’t want.
You laugh, than cry as if the milk spilled or your cup is well filled

Your Chosen Ways
One day after living this Chosen life for so many DAYS OF YOUR LIFE, you get hit as if from a thunderbolt.
You begin to smell the roses, the wetness on the rose petals from recent rain.
THE CLARITY
There is No Right way, nor is there a wrong way.
You awaken with light in your eyes and joy in your heart.
It is after all,
Your Chosen Ways.
written by Cyndi
October 2nd, 1999
Copyright

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