I am powerful.

Fear keeps the heart beating when the rest of the body has frozen.

Stress pushes the mind further, proving most limits are set by fear.

Worry shows hope for a future, despite the stresses and fears we each face.

If you want something strongly enough , make it happen.

If you aren't happy with the life you're in, choose another.

Be the change you wish to see.

For, in choice, we have power.

Limited only by ourselves, courage to step out of the comfortable is all it takes.

Change the world.

Purge -- A bit from my life-blog

I made a choice about a year ago to only project positivity into the world. Only speak of the good, the bright and beautiful. Only of my successes--not the struggle it took to get there. I figured that the struggle was Understood, an Unspoken context that the world would know, presume. Maybe I was wrong, maybe it was my own self-denial my own reluctance to admit that I too struggle. Sometimes, Sometimes the fear of ending up alone, the unwillingness to admit your weaknesses and then certainty in the future I'll be home a bit too much.

 Read more at Vicissitude.

verb: Live

Live

You only get one chance

don't waste your time 

with worries and wondering. 

Be bold! 

Be passionate! 

Take a stand! 

Make mistakes -- they are how you learn!

Try to make a change.

Try to be better.

Inspire

Engage

Intrigue

Existing is never enough

We all have have power 

and a 

RESPONSIBILITY to use it.

Too many shuffle through life just "getting by" --  and why?

Why not be GREAT?

Start small and commit to that one great thing.

Because this life, this you, will only happen once.  

Be the person you want to be remembered as.  

Dragons

bright green dragons
dance inside my head

while sunspots shine
red against my closed eyelids

springtime beckons in the distance
I can almost, almost, reach her

the sharp wind invades my warm memory
bitter cold shocking me back to reality

My dragons have vanished,
all I see is bright white.

Let us be strong and smart.

I am strong.
I am smart.

I push back against the dreadful as it tries to creep its way into my mind and blot out the sunshine. Always on those sleepless nights, it's too easy to get lost in the dark and bump into a moment that's harder to shake.

I am strong.
I am smart.

I hold on to all the bright and beautiful as the dreadful seems to close in. Protected by this aura of goodness I push past the moment of darkness and emerge in the morning to greet the sun and conquer the world once again.

I am strong.
I am smart.

I carry the bright and beautiful as talismans, reminders that protect me from the dark.

I carry the dreadful, too, scars that serve as reminders of the battles I've fought. These give strength as memories--and I fear no more.

I am strong.
I am smart.

I push on, adding scars and talismans each to guide my way. Until one day I can lay down my burdens and marvel at my light.

Choosing Life

I am strong in a quiet way.
Choosing to shine brightly each day.
I give all my life all my love to the world,
Cause you can't take it with you
In the end.

In the end I'll be gone,
But my light travels on--
Take it into your soul
And share it with all

Choosing life
the bright beauty
we all know.

Soft, through yonder window...

I see
I see the beauty in everyday
And touched by its extraordinary
-Yet simple, ordinary, existence-
I am moved to tears as I've found elegance once again.

I exist in this ecosystem as one small part of the complex interactions which sustain the elegant equilibrium that is this Earth.

I evolved these emotions for a reason.

I won't be ashamed that I cry at a sunset, that I'm delighted at its rise, that I am soft, caring, but stronger than many of my own species give me credit for.

The world needs women.

Strong, beautiful, confident women who, YES, have emotions and respond to beauty and heartache and sadness.

So yes, I am crying over a cookie commercial. Because in it I saw beauty and a hint of the moments I live for.

And no, I'm not sorry for it.

Negative Space

Disappear into the calm
with a cup of tea
Surrounded by the beauty
of an artist's passion
Music keeps the world at bay

And we smile
as the inspiration arrives
to our now-clear minds.

Here in this
Negative Space

Where we can disappear
from the busy world
and let out the softer side,

Touched by art

Influenced by emotion

We can wear our hearts
on our sleeves,
safe from the venom
of those who forgot how to feel.

Here in this
Negative Space.

A place to balance the world.

Jester.

How quickly we shed our morals for a moment in the limelight. Every emotion, reaction, thrown out to the world with expectations of reciprocal grandeur. We shout our every thought to the sky and demand, in our audacity, an admiring audience's applause.

I no better, throw my thoughts to the world.

Still, this despicable humanity seems hungry for the next heartbreak before we've recovered the last.

This collective catharsis is but a catalyst for the next catastrophe.

Disgusted, I find myself wishing the Mayans were right, that this would be the end of days for our despicable species.

For in our ingenuity we design our own fate, our biological superiority but a step in our prolonged self destruction.

Today is just another step towards the unknown, and somehow despite our recent history, I dare to hope.

Perhaps I am a fool.

If so, let me play my part, to entertain those who listen with my own humanity.

Love.

I shed tears for souls lost to unchecked depravity. My heart breaks for the families left behind by a stranger's insanity. No sane man could gun down any innocent human. Those who have surely suffer some scarcity of the soul.

To kill a child is unthinkable, yet still, a psychopath murdered many and my thoughts of humanity turned darker than I care to admit. I am heartbroken that I could indeed believe it possible. Crime occurs everyday. Violence originating from human flaws: jealousy, greed, lust, hatred, disappointment and great sorrow.

We all feel these things, what my great hope for humanity is that we will rise above them and learn that as we struggle to live we must depend upon each other, not fight our way to apparent success.

Only a tortured soul could commit an act of such terror -- and with the occurrence of such violent acts on the rise I hope that everyone would act with more sensitivity towards every person they know and meet.


I believe in love.

I believe in the power of love in healing a broken heart.

I recognize insanity as a disease and wish that someone could have helped the now dead murderer before he reached such a tipping point. Whatever his motives or reasoning might have been, they came from a fragmented mind. Anyone so desperate as to murder or, in this tragic case, massacre schoolchildren, must surely be insane.

I do not mean to suggest insanity as an excuse, or to place blame. I only hope that by being mindful of the lives and emotions if those around me I can be a light for those who are lost in darkness.

I hope that the families of the victims of the terrible shooting can heal, eventually.

I hope that the family of the shooter can also heal from the shock and loss they too have experienced, and that the world recognize and respect their loss.