Suzette gave me one of those opportunities that I thoroughly relish: examining someone else’s thoughts and re-examine my own previously held views. Thank you, Suzette.
And this is why I thoroughly LOVE the WP Community! Isn’t this what life is about?
While I agree with the quote she posted, a question arose for me. How do we get there? From what I see around our world, people are either worshipping something outside of themselves or do not even have the slightest idea that they have it within them. And in between, others are working towards more understanding.
For me, this is indeed the happy place we are trying to reach. It feels like it would be a place of peace and calm. Where our supreme self exists and allows itself to express to everyone, the people that I’ve encountered in my life who seem in agreement, this is where I have felt the most ease. But maybe it’s more of the idea that they have accepted me? Because I know that many of those I am close to still struggle with issues themselves. My comment on her piece was merely to explain what I felt would be what that would actually look and possibly feel like…
The place within us that has forgiven all the hurts, remembers all the joy, and knows itself honestly and completely.
Do I, myself, or others achieve it 100% of the time? Hell no! But I would think it should be the end goal. Your thoughts?
only through tragedy is hard won resuscitation earned when the netting of pain and clouds of sinister motives lift then joy easily filters back in settling and surrounding our once wounded essence
a deep sigh of relief accompanies this return to peace the torture of held in and poured out tears whether recent or distant, they are left to the past the present beckons intentional breaths of inhaled calm and renewal ushering in a return to the land of the living
Though reality Is often stark there is a Place where the Queen wears Creativity for a Crown and inspiration flows.
Alone in the dark She waited for the door to Open unsure of What stood on the other side But her heart open to it.
Our cries make them Tremble with the ground as it Quakes with silent strength Though pain may rack our lands We refuse to be silent.
Once in a circle The earth catches up to the Moon cloaking her in Its glowing red shadow then The cycle begins anew.
This is Jaya Avendel’s second feature with The Short of It. You can read her first here. Jaya lives in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia, where she dips her pen into the inkwell of fantasy and prose. Often inspired by life in the forest around her, she writes atNin Chronicles.
remnants of my dreams flit into my consciousness snippets of illusion co-mingling with the events of the day finding myself colliding into the past to produce an array of emotions feelings of being torn in different directions
where do I find comfort where is the wisdom where is the adventure
everywhere and in all things ...especially in dreams