Someone asked me, why don’t you defend yourself? I wondered what I have to defend. Fighting back is not grace. Shielding invokes participation into a war. What is defense? If I utter one word or thought in the direction of their dishonor than I am that also. So I accept the pain of crucifixion knowing I am Peace. Pain becomes Light again.
Some days it is unbearable to watch shadows conquer the Soul of another. I have learned about honor in silence. I have learned about honor in letting go. Compassion rises with the moon at night. I ask the stars to sing for me. Please sing that song on the day I was born so that I remember my Light.
I continue to ask the question. What do I have to defend? Even the activity of forgiving is stepping into a story.
In Peace there is nothing of resistance.
I wanted to be a writer full of stories. I wanted to weave them as magical realms that bend reality. My calling shifted. I emerged a transcribe because I am empty of stories. Light becomes the word.
The pair was stacked. Two hollow accordions sitting deflated, squat, and patient on the floor.
can you only have one sketch is that the deal
Where did my last sketch go
Even your Fairy God Mother can get hijacked by multiple streams of consciousness and quantum possibilities.
Everything starts here. All the beauty and the wretched stumbling. Yet there is nothing that lets love shine more brilliantly than the vulnerability of being alive.
Slow down long enough to witness the awe of nature (monarch migration). Monarchs travel in masses, but maintain independence also.