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

 

 

 

 

 

 

Maybe Someday

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Photo drawn by me and edited in PaintShop Pro Ultimate 8.I added the picture tube enhancements also.

Maybe Someday by Olive Musique

Today I feel the same way as a empty shell
Today I feel as lonely as hell
In my head and I’m so tired of feeling this way
and when I look at you it makes me realize I don’t even know who I am
Maybe Someday
Maybe Someday
I will find Me
Maybe Someday
Maybe Someday
I will find You
But for now I’m STILL so lost and I don’t KNOW what’s missing too me
Maybe Someday
I know it will take some time,but I’m ready too do what it takes
and I know it won’t be easy too find my way out here
Maybe Someday

Maybe Someday

Notes:
It was a very intensive search for this song.

Maybe Someday

The music video is for the song Maybe Someday by Olive Musique with pop-rock groove. It surrounds the theme of post-breakup and visually portrays how a couple copes with their recent breakup. The breakup is the result of accumulation of relationship issues the couple has encountered over the past two years. The video is separated into five scenes with the themes including, post-breakup, reminiscence, breakup, re-encounter and forever goodbye. The video was shot in Melbourne Australia.

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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Count Our Blessings

This song has been a favorite of mine for many years. We do well to remember all our blessings each and everyday.

Life is so fleeting.

It is a Christian hymn written by the 18th century pastor and hymnist Robert Robinson.

Robert Robinson penned the words at age 22 in the year 1757.

  1. Come, Thou Fount of every blessing,
    Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
    Streams of mercy, never-ceasing,
    Call for songs of loudest praise.
    Teach me some melodious sonnet,
    Sung by flaming tongues above;
    Praise the mount! I’m fixed upon it,
    Mount of Thy redeeming love.
  2. Here I’ll raise my Ebenezer;
    Hither by Thy help I’m come;
    And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
    Safely to arrive at home.
    Jesus sought me when a stranger,
    Wand’ring from the fold of God;
    He, to rescue me from danger,
    Interposed His precious blood.
  3. Oh, to grace how great a debtor
    Daily I’m constrained to be!
    Let Thy goodness, like a fetter,
    Bind my feeble heart to Thee.
    “Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,”
    Long I cried to be made pure;
    “Here’s my heart, O take and seal it,
    Work in me Thy double cure.”
  4. Hallelujah! I have found it,
    The full cleansing I had craved,
    And to all the world I’ll sound it:
    They too may be wholly saved.
    I am sealed by Thy sweet Spirit,
    Prone no longer now to roam;
    And Thy voice, I’ll humbly hear it,
    For Thy presence is my home.

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