Sunrise

The near-black horizon was disturbed by a silent burst of colour, which spread as the light grew.  What had been the deepest blue became soft and light as the sun bravely slid up from its slumber and shone on the cool world.  A new day is born!

The newness of the day is overlooked by the regular rituals that occupy our time.  But despite the trauma and trials and chaos that continue in oblivion, a fresh new day explodes in humble beauty, and the breeze tousles our hair and nips at our faces.

Then comes the message, as clear as a whisper in my ear, that it is my duty to emulate the brave sun: "Go forth and shine!"

If you're lucky, this will not make sense.

The cool, soft air whispers quietly, not noticing that this is usually the time of day when the heat of the afternoon sun grows rank and stale.  The breeze flutters playfully and ever-so-gently, caressing the weary world with its breath.

I wonder if anyone else has noticed.  Life rushes on, with meetings and deadlines and obligations, but the beauty of a calm October day is as oblivious to this as the people are to it. 

People.  Too much cruelty, too much evil, too much stupidity.  Too little trust, too little honesty, too little virtue.  Too many annoying people. 

Sleep beckons, but it must be as confused as the day itself, for it is not even dinnertime yet.  And my nights have been peppered with strips of wakeful overactivity of my mind, as it hurls along its many lonely paths. 

If it keeps getting so hopelessly lost, why am i still here?

It's in the Air

As summer waves its fond farewell, as we are teased by this cool, overcast, fresh day, the promise of autumn dances in the air.  It beckons with it's lure of crisp-scented breezes and snuggly sweaters.  Of holidays and warm socks.  The disappearance of mosquitoes is a delight to anticipate with relish.  No more sweltering, searing heat, the bright sun obnoxious in its vanity.  The autumn sun is gentler and humbler, ready to share the freshened sky with a few clouds now and then.  The prospect of adventure is not a false front, dirtied with beer cans and morons.  Fall adventure is real, the adventure of living!  Of breathing in the new air and feeling invigorated by the unmistakable fragrance of the leaves and distant fires.  No lies are harbored here!  Autumn delivers what it promises, and does not taunt or insult those who do not fall in love with it.  It merely kisses them on the rosy cheeks as they walk by, smiling with the assurance that it blesses them nonetheless. 

Tomorrow may feel like summer again.  The relentless sun may return with it's gaudy brightness, the unforgiving heat like a giant oven to melt and sicken those who dwell within. 

But today is wonderful.

Wherever they send me, I am not there.

The forest whispers through my veins, like the quiet breeze that brushes the oaks and pines and makes the grasses and wildflowers sway.  It lights up the lonely corners of my heart, like the millions of stars that glow valiantly above the trees.  It hides in the shadows like the lush ferns that thrive beside the streams.  Its song flows through me, unheard by the concrete and the sculpted world around me.  The melted mess of modern society surrounds me, but i am only half here.  I am deep within my forest.

A Kiss from the Wind

When life seems suffocating, keep breathing.  When it all feels hopeless, keep dreaming.  When your strength is gone, keep going.  You are strong.  You are beautiful.  You are magic.  Not magical; you are magic itself.  Go!  Live!  Be amazing.

Feel the moonlight in your heart and keep a smile on your face.  You have powers others cannot see. --Brego

A Saturday

The day dawned, not with hope and promise, but with annoyance and intrusion.  And far earlier than a Saturday should.  This week has been trying, to say the least, and i seek refuge and solitude to recover in.  A dark, cool, quiet place where there is no hustle or hurry or commotion or explosion of activity and obligation!

 I long for the soft, familar corridors of the safehouse, where everything is full of love and hope.  And even the trials are uplifting in a sense, for they draw friends and loved ones together, strengthen the bonds between them, and give the opportunity to shine forth one's natural giftedness.  The peacful night is lit by the gentle moonlight and sweet breezes, the playful day is painted with the lush, healing green of the flora of the forest and the garden by the house.  Work is enjoyable, friends are family, and everything is just right.  Not perfect.  But right.

The sweltering sun melts my resolve, weakens my breath (literally, in this case!), and burns my hopes.  The cool air teases and taunts, then slips away to places unknown.  Day after day is invaded by too many people, too many duties, too many interactions.  They complicate their own lives, and mine too, by their stupid choices.  In so many, many ways.  A victim of others' crimes, disorder, malcontent, type-A syndromes, idiocy, ignorance, and lack of consideration, i am affected greatly and thus punished.  For existing in their world and not fitting in.  For being different.  For having my own, unique (!) motives and intentions.  The shell crumbles around me, not by my own choice, but by their decisions, and i am thrust into their sweltering, blinding, tiring world. 

Bug off, world.  I don't want to be like you.  Don't take it personally.  Okay, do.  Take care, I'll see you around.  Just not too soon.