Mercy's Calamities

I felt hope unfurling like a shaded bloom in light. Light filled with fractals of gold from  parrallel times. In less than a beat of an angels' wings, my souls eye flutters open. Awakening.

She sees in black & white, thinks in greys and Loves in color.

"Her own contempt for any forms of pressure society might put upon her was so profound and instinctive that she instinctively despised anyone who paid tribute to them.” Doris Lessing  I face a battle in a dry barren land, where my soul will feel dismembered and my body will feel no peace from its longing to be whole again. It will be lonely for I'm at war with my mind. I will be pushed to limits that will threaten to break my sanity, So I must use what little weapons I have. The anguish will seem ceaseless, until healing begins and hope shines it's light, joy quenchs the thirst ...  This is a battle I must fight and Victory is the only end.

A moment is all you need to inspire a smile from a weary soul. Here’s to every moment and being fully surrendered to it,fully alive in it, fully immersed in the miracle that moment is. Here’s to mercy for those moments you’re all in, fully alive,and immersed in the miracle and you have never been more acutely aware of your brokenness. Here’s to the moments of frozen agony that's interminable in length.  When they end you always find you did make it and your stronger than you think.  Here’s to the moment that is eternal and timeless. When Two people connect on another level of knowing, beyond what we know of our breath and mind and words and talk. A space and time is something you speak about having been with someone, rather a place you share more figuratively. Those moments can define relationships, lifetimes,legacies… Right now, I’m living my life, hoping,growing,dreaming,planning,doing - moment to moment,finding they quietly change my reality. Trusting God and De...

" I am out with lanterns, searching for myself" ~ Emily Dickison How do I find myself, amongst all the clutter and noise. How do I uncover the lies that I told myself, if I think they are truths? A Higher Power than me that comes as a still small voice... So hard to hear amongst the noise of a thousand regrets, torn lives, hatred and abuse. Have my sins soiled my soul so completely it is deaf to love, faith and hope? I am screaming in constant terror, but the nothingness I exist in the  remains of the silence of a thousand little deaths - buried and unheard  ... I need faith that if I hold to hope, Love can do its work. A painful metamorphosis to freedom, lessons learned from my self-inflicted scars and unforgiven hurts. 

Precious Birthday Dinner Memories

Dear Me, Choose wisely ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐