03/27/2020
(Some different images than my personal page). 🙏🌊🌅🌞🤗😘✌️💝🙏
I woke up at 5 am yesterday.
My traditional work schedule.
“In my head and out of my head” with these unprecedented times.
I focused on the importance of whatever lesson and growth that I know that I must personally take from this “life shutdown”.
We are all undeniably living with anxiety, fear, and uncertainty for our family, friends, and all of the heroes on the front lines “waging” the war against this vicious pandemic.
I wrote for approximately four hours while immersing myself in the fresh air of my outdoor living space. I let the trees and sound of the birds sooth and inspire my thoughts, my mind, my heart and my soul.
I expressed my “personal take” on the enlightenment, acknowledgements and blessings of my life.
Catharsis. Meditative therapy. Healing and Humility.
I focused on the human angels God has graced and honored me.
So many precious spirits have blessed my world.
My angels. Both past and present. Those that feel, see and hear me even when I don’t speak.
It was about those who truly listen when I do need to be heard, when I do need to matter, and when I do need to be felt and seen.
I was ready to share. I was at peace with sharing. I was not hiding my thoughts but had prepared myself to be open, connect and disclose all that I see but don’t say.
Well, as has happened multiple times in the past few years, I lost my “electronic”writing.
My journal entry. Four hours of self expression, thoughts, and cathartic healing.
Gone.
A phone call from one of my besties. I rushed off my call to copy and paste “my thoughts” in some other safe area in my phone prior to calling her back.
It was a valiant effort.
I loved my writing.
In the process, gone...
It was a book anyway.
It wasn’t simple, short and sweet, but was much.
It was a lot.
Intense.
Eyes wide open with an optimistic view of the “not so impressive” ignorance that unfortunately still exists in this life.
Lost. I lost four hours of writings...
Not the first time. Hopefully the last. It hurt.
I took it as a sign. A sign that now wasn’t the right time. So they remain inside me and in the past. I can’t, nor do I ever choose, when they flow out of me.
I don’t share but hide them.
They are personal anyway.
They (my writings) are mostly inspired by beauty, blessings and gifts but I definitely touched on some acknowledgment, struggles, disappointments and lessons attained in my fifty one years of my “living, priorities, choices, change, purpose driven forward movement”, desires and goals.
Many were “answers to questions” that come with wisdom that can only be attained when we commit to “listening (truly hearing) as well as truths that come with really looking and seeing”.
And so it was. And so it is.
I want to share some of my photos from this week.
I want to share a few of photos of “the beauty” I see. They are from the past few days.
My images like my children, dance, nature, art, music, family and friends are my “passionate loves”. They are my treasures.
Metaphors.
The intertwining fragile “dance” of nature and man.
Twisted webs, the fog and darkness, LIGHT, brilliant light, crashing waves, healing waters, radiant internal beauty, innocence, youth, love, freedom, the passing of time.
They are treasures. They are life’s simple treasures.
Less is more...for me anyway.
God given gifts and this precious, fragile and beautiful one life we get.
So today, this morning just like every dawn that breaks I am so grateful, humbled and blessed.
I take nothing and no one for granted.
Continued prayers for health, healing, strength, love, peace and unity friends.
🙏💝✌️🤗😘
