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How would we do it
all over again?
Thank you for
little boys and little girls.
My seven year old grandson has given me this gift,
to be a seven year old little girl whenever we are together at play.
What delight to play with such rapture
with the whole world there in front of me
engaged in our play at hand.
What little boys, little girls teach about life….
To be one with what is
Always in the moment.
The world is out there
waiting for my action
to participate, to mingle
with what next calls to me.
This call is my task of the moment
I am one within the moment
the moment is all that there is,
nothing but this moment.
Specific, is a word that I don’t identify with unless it is extremely practical to do so.
Like dispensing medication or other life matters that require a standard action or involvement.
Other than that, my life is more like a flow. I go with the punches but do know how to avoid them too.
I don’t do anything by the book, neither to I live according to a specific lifestyle.
I don’t follow recipes, I look at them and then do my own thing. (using some of the original recipe at times)
I don’t paint realistically, I go with what my heart says and just watch what comes up on the watercolor paper.
Amazing results sometimes. Other times I don’t like it but I cannot adhere to specifications or rules or whatnot.
I am not rebellious, well maybe just a little. I am not hard to get along with if you let me be who I am as I am.
Specific. I am getting on in age so perhaps I owe myself a bit of “straying off the beaten path”.
the journey begins
one step forward powers him
love’s sustaining commencement
self sketch initiative
Hélène Vaillant ©
Turn a new leaf friend
relent to the forward bend,
life extends gently.
Sword in hand, let go your grip
redeem for staying-power.
Hélène/Mother Willow ©
Sandbox Writing Challenge #69 — What I want to be when I grow up – again!
If you were to be reborn again,
what would you like to be reborn as?
Today I am in a material mood of comfort and protection.
Which brings me to wanting to be reborn as a woman, most definitely, with all the comforts of a lavish home with servants and, at the same time, utmost privacy.
I am not usually in this kind of mood. Today I ache, feel tired and older in my years. My body has taken over my senses to its threshold of emotions, feelings and seeing the physical as keeping me captive to venturing further within myself.
It used to be that I was a very spiritual being, nonchalant to the physical comforts around me. Could be that I was taking too much for granted. I do have all I need today and always have had it. So why would I be looking for more, as if this now is not enough.
Hopefully I will find myself once again in time. Right now I seem to be lost in a dark forest as I wander aimlessly around in a circle.
Come to think of it, I would prefer to be reborn as me again, with all that I have learned thus far in my life. Especially that these 73 years of experience has taught me well. These lessons learned would be a great asset to my re-born life.
Can I be reborn with all this knowledge and wisdom right off the bat????
Hélène/Mother Willow ©
The passage of time
Memories buried deep down in the dungeon of life, kept in darkness, covered with guilt, slime and torment.
A woman came to open the rusted lock. The door squealed, grinded on the cement floor. It gave in with great difficulty. The first light that appeared blinded me so. The woman helped to support me as we continued walking.
As I got accustomed to the light I noticed the person holding me resembled my younger self, me many years ago, closer to the time I was so fiercely thrown down into this dungeon.
Slowly we both ascended the stairs, taking time to rest my breath on each level, I gained more strength as we climbed all seven steps. On the seventh step I came face to face with an open door. Hesitation took hold of me as I arrived on the threshold of this radiating light.
To my surprise the woman holding me had disappeared. I had no idea when she had left my side.
I pushed one foot forward to finally come closer to the Light. It took a while for me to observe all of my surrounding. Standing there, I wondered why I had buried myself in darkness when, all along there had been all this light around me.
#writephoto prompt – passage