Captured

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I  am so captured in telling of tales, foreign reflections reframing reveal 

fears clouding my sun blocking my view

mind wondering,  narrating a hurt or failed feud.

The sound of my steps meter the beat, linked to the pace of breath and repeat

Then fear unto death strikes from the south

eyes widened with terror, scales fallen off.

Captured no more, my heart in a beat 

gasps with a cry and swallows a scream

free to regret, confess and relive

knowing the now was 

lost once again.

 

Photography courtesy of Peter Corr

Sweet spot

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“bittersweet” courtesy of Phillip Schwarz

A journey to stay connected and embraced leaves you vulnerable and obvious. 

You will not be strong all the time.

A journey to be present even among shame and pain leaves you broken.

You will not win.

A journey with the sun leaving for winter and then back again leaves you tired.

You will change.

A journey to find your place with strangers at the table will leave you hungry.

You will know–bittersweet.

On the pin

Living daily on the edge, the point of change and even chaos requires an ability to perceive and interpret beginnings.  Can you see something new happening from something old? Can you  hear the key change and move to an altered beat?

To do this every day is not sustainable without love and hope. Love creates the net that will catch you when you fall from the pinnacle and hope promises to set you back upright and in a new place.  

So on the head of a pin angels dance, moving to the beat of a love song — hopeful you will see them orchestrating your part in new spaces of beginning.