Guide

Be Swift Darling

Be graceful with the intelligence God has given you

be swift with wisdom

and understanding with the passion all bestowed upon your heart

let the path guide you

as you stumble and are weak

let the calling lift you up

let your passion illuminate your joy

let the flame grow in the wind

for a candle can set fire to a field and can only grow with the wind of opposition.

those who have opposed you cause you more growth than those who watch as a passion consumes a heart.

vent/poem

I cannot sleep and need someone to talk to. (4:22am  March 26th, 2018)

the past 3 months have twisted me so bad, moving challenges, losing family, lost my family dog… But that’s not all.

My mom has stage 4 Breast Cancer and is coming up on 5 years of battling. She told me yesterday, my dad has been diagnosed with Heart Disease and is not doing to well. He had an acute infection that was treated with steroids and caused a cascade of problems including blindness. As the conversation continues, my mom says “I am not sure if I can battle any longer, I am tired, and feel life slipping through my palms.”

I broke.

I cannot lose anything more, for so much has already changed and been lost.

Please excuse my lack of posts, while I battle this battle. If you believe in God, or positive vibes, or just thoughts, please keep my family and my self with you.

 

Sometimes life happens…

People get older…

People pass away…

And we cannot do anything about it…

All we can do is watch it unfold

In front of our delicate eyes.




Watching the strength of family collapse around us.

I get lost in the soot of what has fallen

causing a struggle that has left me gasping for air.

Unable to catch my breath from this constant fast pace change

I have found myself sitting here…

Holding onto what I find dear…

As I let the soot rob my oxygen filled lungs

All my passions and motivations have escaped

my mind with the fleeting oxygen.




Watching everything change

Just as fall changes the leaves of the trees

Winter comes and freezes what we think is gone.

As the frozen ground cracks beneath my feet.

I gaze into the empty forest

Covered in snow and ice.

Looking at the skeleton structure of life.

Tints of blue and fallen trees

Fill my eyes.

As the tears start to fall

All I can hope for is a break in the silence.




I am waiting for spring

In hopes that spring will show me what is new

And will bloom some ease amidst the pain