Now that I have been hurt, I appreciate healing…getting back to being “me”, when “me” has been altered by a difficult experience (an accident). I appreciate so many people and things I took for granted…when I am back to being “me”, I will look at life so differently.

 

9. Sometimes I think I have managed to get to the top of the hill, only to realize I am in a quicksand. Thriving changes to simply surviving. In the quicksand, I get a new perspective – about myself, others and life. I try to never lose sight of the beautiful hill.

 

8. It was just another sunny afternoon. Coming down the hill, we entered a round-about and in the blink of an eye, metal on metal. In the next few seconds, my life flashed before my eyes…all the things I wanted to do and say. Today is the day, to be.

 

breathe

be still

believe

one day you will

untangle the knots 

in your sleep

as you let go

and go deep

into the hidden corners

of your mind

hoping and wanting

to find

the words and unforgotten images

that will help you fill the blanks

across continents let’s be brave

and stumble into a slow dance?

 

 

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7. Today, the sun put on a show. The skies chose to be a beautiful shade of ice blue and the white butterfly looked fearless. I got an ant to trust me and be transported on my finger to my garden. Ants and humans sometimes need a hand to become free.

 

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white seas high above

blue seas down below

thunderstorms tear clouds apart

the warm breeze calms the angst in my heart

i close my eyes

take a deep breath 

in the darkness

i remember your kindness

i open my eyes

and look below

the white seas calmly look at me

i take a moment to be me

the sunshine touches my cheeks

the metal bird soars high

i remember the joy of reading your first note

will never know why my heart danced like a golden mote

I wrote another letter in my mind. Like hundreds of letters I have written, this too will not make it to the mailbox. Someday, I will read the letter again. I will close my eyes and smile thinking about the reply. Some letters are meant to be written, never sent.