I feel blessed

I have had such an amazing year

Each ditty that has given me joy

Has occurred regularly

And it appears as if the overall picture is great

I have so much to be thankful for

But yet there are aspects missing and

A yen

That is overlooked

I realize this as it has been happening

Fun times

Smiles

Laughter

Connecting with a higher being through the beats laid down

But still there is an essential need for me that is unfulfilled

It is at the core

I will nurture myself on this level now

So I can have even higher enjoyment of all the blessings of joy that come my way in life.

Happiness and peace when reflecting into the

Past

Future

And

NOW

I have had an emotional past few weeks

I came to the conclusion that I am not living in my potential

And change is always scary

But I have never avoided change

And I have never been unafraid

And I have never been disappointed.

I came up with a plan

I covered all the angles

I did my homework

It’s been a long time coming albeit lost

In the weeds

In the daily joys

But stepping back and looking at my core

There it is

Like a potted plant neglected

Unwatered

And wilting

What was 4 weeks

Is now 3 ½ months

A journey

A homecoming

India

A job

My work

My mirror of apathy

This chapter is closing

I’m opening a new book

I will revisit the story

But things will be different

Less time

Less emptiness

Part time—HOORAY

It will be wonderful to have that waiting for me

for a sample of stability

I am forever grateful

It’s my nature

It will give me more moments to create

To dream

To turn dreams into reality

I will return

And see where the chips have fallen

It will be real

And I will be open

(and tan)

floating

I’m a feather

Light and airy
Flying into the wind coaxed with only a gentle breeze
pausing for a moment to adorn my destination

With only a slight shift I fly
target unknown

sometimes I stay
when the conditions hold me
but
moisture dries
mud cracks and becomes soil
ice melts
glue stays
…but the glue only holds
for so long
until it deteriorates

then I fly

I don’t know where to land
I have little power and
my intention in navigation shifts my course
but mostly allays my curiosity
of the unknown
For I am a whispy feather
surrendering control over to a force
beyond me

here I have stayed
grounded for some time
yet
the ice has begun to melt
I rest in moisture that clings
Clouds are clearing
Sun shining though
Here comes a breeze
I will fly