It took a while to decipher what my brain, the Collective Unconscious, or the Voice of God was telling me.
hope
Swaying branch, Autumn day, Bright sun, Blue way. Thoughts unsettled. Rambling Aimless Noontime crest,…
When I slipped into bed that night, I looked out the window at the sky. Blackness filled the upper echelons of the cityscape, but a few stars twinkled, determined, I guess, not to let the night speak for them.
Night is a great equalizer. I see why notable writers dare to tread on such sacred, painful ground. None of us live in continual daylight. No one knows all or sees all. Charging ahead in the darkness leads to dangerous falls.
I recently disconnected from my main social media sites. A death of sorts, pulling the plug on a life support that often drained more than fed. I pondered this move long and hard, making several weak attempts to control my online habit with organized lists, determined parameters, and even a few complete breaks. But like a dysfunctional relationship, I kept going back in the hopes that things would be different. Not this time.
“When I look at the picture, I see the me I want to be. I don’t see a stain. I see possibilities.”
Night is a great equalizer. I see why notable writers dare to tread on such sacred, painful ground. None of us live in continual daylight. No one knows all or sees all. Charging ahead in the darkness leads to dangerous falls.
The old me thought I knew what the future held. The new me laughs a lot more.
“When we refuse the good in others, we often destroy it in ourselves.”
Ultimately, I—and everyone sharing the planet with me—are works in progress.