The silence is broken only by small, inconsequential sounds: the tiny drip in the shower, the distant traffic on the crossroad, the gentle hum of the computer.  The breeze today has lost the shocking chill it carried yesterday.  Now it is balmy and soft, as it quietly filters in through the open window, which had been shut for so long.  It is finally open, for the sole purpose of inviting the new breeze in to chase the stale air away.  There are, as usual, many things to do, but they will all wait.  Soon enough, the silence will be shattered by a busy household and the stillness will be a memory.  The sun will leave the sky above and the cooler air will warrant closing the window again.  The chaos and bustle will be inevitable. 

But this moment is mine.  I will not squander it by creating my own frantic rush of activity.  Not today.  Not now.  This is my world and i will claim it and make what i will of it, and right now, i will it to be peaceful.  While i can, i will drink it in, hoping to refill myself before the onslaught is forced upon me once again.

My mind can't quite decide where it's going today.  The dark passages seem safe and familiar, albeit unpleasant, but somehow i can't stay there.  Something seems to swoop in and leave candles lit or lights on here and there, and i realize that today is not a day that warrants complete darkness.  Neither is it bright and shining and cheerful, and thus, i seem to step from shadow to light and back again, cold yet warm.  That sounds very mundane, very ordinary.  But that isn't what it is.  Not blah at all.  Just mixed-up, confusing, contradictory.  Don't ask me.  I can't explain it any better than that.

Happy New Year...

As one year fades from view and the next one enters in, the old adage comes to mind once again:

Wherever you go, there you are.

Moving the numbers or the location or the title doesn't change who you are. 

If you are comfortable with yourself, then wherever you find yourself will be bearable,

no matter how awful the place itself may be. 

If you are a mess and wish to escape all that is you,

then noplace you go will be satisfactory, no matter how lovely. 

 Find what makes you truly happy. 

Not numb. 

Not blinded by the false glamour of temporary pleasures.

Not so fuzzy-headed that you forget.

But truly happy.

True happiness still makes your heart sing when you recall it in the future. 

What makes you feel great about who you are and what you do?

The brightness of the future depends upon that.

Find it.  Embrace it.  Live it!

Never miss an opportunity to show kindness.

Never take an opportunity to show cruelty.

Who you are is determined by what you think, feel, say and do.

Radiate the beauty within...

A shocking amount of laundry awaits me, but i am irresistably redirected and pulled in by the poetry that yearns to escape.  For there is music within each of us, painting our hearts in the colours of our souls, the reflections of who we are.  Some of us display this visibly, through god-given talents that others flock to.  Others of us just quietly exist, and it takes one who seeks to discover their true beauty. 


Public or not, the music and colour and essence of who you are swirl within you, and those who come close enough can explore in awe of the wonder that is you. 


Dare to be beautiful. Not in outward showiness, but within yourself; it will shine through the barriers you place around yourself, seeping through the walls and lighting up the corners.  Radiate!

Sunshine through the Window

While the world reels in icebound shock from the trauma that enfolds it, a quiet corner of warmth offers refuge and light.  The sun filters in weakly from distant skies, but fighting the winter cold, illuminates the room and chases the chill away.  There is still horror and grief and pain beyond these walls, but for now, come enjoy the peace and brightness that dwell here.  All will end well.  Who knows when that will be, but does it matter?  

Drained of energy and the ability to cope with the mess and chaos of life, this feels like an excellent night to go to bed early with The Safehouse and forget the world.  I can hold the book and let the recordings read it to me while the insanity of the world carries on obliviously. Leave me alone, life.