I remember Winnie.
Bring the honey
Bounce , Tigger, bounce!
Author: Jaimie
Time in a bottle
If time really were in a bottle, I would drink deeply.
I don’t always know who I am
But I’m me in this moment
So sound the alarms and ring the bells because I’m present
And maybe I’m the me I thought I was yesterday
Or maybe life is okay when it’s half-lived and the night is blocked by the sun
And life is great when the sun shines
But no one promised us a rose garden (quote the old author)
But life is greater when you know who you are and where you stand and when enough is enough or there’s light on the horizon, peaking.
I don’t back down! I never have and I don’t plan on changing.
So bring the dusk or the dawn but watch me rise! Because I always RISE!
Moonlight and yesterday and maybe tomorrow
I once basked in moonlight
I found it glorious
I remember writing cheesy poetry about the moon being a “rock ball reflection of the brightness of fire”
The moon was a magical reflection of what could be in the dawning of the SON.
I never shied away from night because I see it as an integral part of living.
I’m still not a morning person.
I don’t sleep well.
I don’t enjoy waking
I want to stay in bed in the embrace of the solitude
It’s a flaw I live with every day when the 5am alarm blares.
But in darkness, we can remember light and that is crucial.
I am scrambling tonight in pursuit of bedtime while my to-do list beckons.
One thing I know…
Tomorrow is coming and I will tackle whatever it brings.
Live
Like there’s no tomorrow
Find the light when the moon hides and the sun doesn’t show its face.
Get up! Breathe again and remember why!
Sometimes, that’s all we’ve got.
So go!!!
Eggshells
I’m a girl, walking on eggshells, waiting for the fracture
Life can be hard
Me
I think I was me once, when nothing else interrupted the light.
I could call out and hear the echo of tomorrow, regardless, the darkness that threatened.
But I think I forgot
What does it mean to hold a candle and illuminate the shadow?
Am I here in the midst?
Am I breathing?
I guess we will know tomorrow.
And even if we don’t, I’ll get up and start again
Because that’s what it means to fight!
The embrace of every day
The inbounding hope that fills the gap between dark and dawn
We get up and go again and hope the light can find us when we’ve lost our way.
So step forward, one tentative step at a time
And keep going
One foot, then another.
Tomorrow brings no promise of light and life but it’s what we have.
So push through the breech and find your strength dear friend.
Tomorrow is worth the fight!
Segmentation
I think I may live in segments. Moments between where the great is and where it was and who I am now and who I used to be.
Segmented arthropods or a life once lived draped in shadow. And I’m okay this way…maybe…
I stare at the moon.
I stare at the memory.
I stare at life.
And I’m breathing
Wondering what that means anymore.
But my voice is strong and so I stare and yell to the void
Maybe that’s enough.
Maybe not.
Time will tell.
Where the night falls…
I walked where the night falls
Flickers of light when I can’t really see
And I watch the broken and the burdened
And I see me
Who knows who I am
Certainly not me
But here in the void, where I wonder at light or day, I am found.
So scream angels
And cry holy
Because he is!
And fight for tomorrow
Because it’s coming.and you and I are here.
So breathe!
Honesty…putting it out there
I’ll be honest,
Sometimes I don’t know if up is down. Or right is left or who let the dogs out…cue the song “who…who”
But I know who I am.
And maybe. That’s enough…
But in the morning, it feels like nothing, as I start again. And that can be debilitating.
So we scramble from night to day and wonder where the light will land.
And we are more than conquerors even when we don’t feel it.
But sometimes we don’t.
And we walk forward because the light calls to us and there’s no other choice.
Keep going or die here. So we walk.
But if the light had eyes and voice and tears, would it beckon us into the void?
I don’t know but I’m walking and so are you.
Let’s go together
What else is there?
There is rhythm
There is is rhythm and life to who we are and what we expect and all the things we leave unsaid.
It pulses in the background until the smallest thing becomes the biggest in the room
Sing into the night, melodies, only you can hear’
When the moments of peace give way to tsunami.
But love can conquer all if we let it.
Find the counterpoint and disrupt the rhythm.
Be brave
Be strong
Or fall apart for a minute and pick up the pieces.
Be you
Cry, if you must.
Scream, if you must.
Then walk forward.
Don’t be silent
But don’t let the need to be heard consume you.
Just keep walking.
This is life.
This is real.
This is fabric knit together to make us more.
Don’t miss out because all you see is, “the thing”
And don’t miss out because you are too afraid to find your voice.
Be real. Be raw. Be you!!!!!
And forget the crowd that may not approve.
Find yourself in the author of life.
Walk in the discovery because THAT is everything!
Who are we to claim the stars when the earth crumbles around us?
Human, and breathing, and grasping for eternity in the midst…we flail and fall and try again and get up
Because we are breathing and, despite the broken, we find light.
And if light isn’t enough, we claw at the darkness and rise again in the morning
And that, is life…
The rising and falling of tides and moonlight
Don’t dream of a world without pain.
Dream of a world with resilience.
The latter is so much more important!
Find yourself in the beginning of tomorrow instead of the end of yesterday
And maybe that’s enough.
The stuff that brings the “real” and the “raw”
And find yourself devoted to being real.
Find yourself devoted to who you are in Christ and who you are in the midst of the the hurt.
We cannot be salt and light without being willing to “cure’ and wade through the dim.
Don’t expect “easy”, expect “ hard” and be willing to walk through it to the other side.
Why we think we’re exempt is beyond me.
You are meant to be light! So SHINE!!!
INSPIRED BY THE COMFORTER 