Has the week been good or good for nothing....I wonder are we looking through a fog or rose coloured specs???
The up and coming week can loom ahead feeling like it's smacking a harsh bag to deal with and we can feel unnerved by the
unavoidable lack of time and space. At risk of burn out ....dig deep and find inner resolve to face what may feel like a skating
rink of obstacles needing navigation to experience minimal impact.
Hold the week before me
At arm’s length to my mind
Shave the expectations to a smoother view
And I will strive for tomorrow
To return the joy of life
To my bones
It is the silent quiet times that impact their gloom and the brass band kicks in replaying its sorrowful melodic tones
of bereavement... that tap taps out of rhythm and sync with our emotional soul. Time is beating its never ending tune
day upon day attuned to the flow of night to day and day to night and putting one foot in front of the other.
has passed and today seems to be one of upturned corners to the mouth with teeth poking out from
beneath lips stretching into a smile, noticing our demeanour to be lighter and perhaps could be said....somewhat
brighter. It feels that to gain some control in life we must give our emotions their time and acknowledgement yet inviting
in some structure to gain stability to thought and deed.
In an attempt to meet and recognise ourselves, bearing in mind the need to be measured, then it has most definitely rotated
our mind to a favourable mood, easing the soreness of our ragged loss and that is comforting to say the least. Leading us
to meet another hour and if we bear in mind the old cliché ‘one step at a time’ it really truly works. Not to say that at times
there are dips in mood that aren’t repaired by such things and at those times there's always chocolate....arghhhh the
dreaded chocolate, it is a friend and foe as those pounds try to coat our bones promoting and advertising its passion.
A friend in need may stem the downward spiral and prop us up. Receiving their warmth and companionship is fuel to
our lives, stemming the flood of inner turmoil and reaching into our minds to carve out the route to laughter and hilarity,
taking us on the journey of frivolity to pleasure and kinship. It requires our presence and is a choice to allow it in and
if denied will miss the spot and keep us in a place of emotional poverty and a steeper climb back to health.
I sat by your side in your silence
Your lids securely tight with eyes unseen
At times you rose to my voice
Yet there were alternatives that were intangible
As though you had already left
Your body an empty deposit of life
Departure stained me bloody
And tears have fried in numbness
Yet with the hope, time and love of those who care
I will be released to recall your endearment
To smile as your face meets mine in photographic memories
Be kind to yourself until next time........