It's Saturday!

To know the best wave of communication is that of written word, I pop my MacBook open and begin typing.  It's a Saturday evening and besides a store run, I've been indoors all day.  Of lately, I've been worried about making the most of my days... But today, today I am not concerned with the "what should I do" nor the "what I need to do."  Today, I'm enjoying the events of the day as they present themselves to me.

It's Saturday.  Enjoy beautiful world!!!

Sometimes...

Sometimes you want to walk into open arms. Sometimes you yearn to feel safe.  Sometimes there's a need to be protected.  Sometimes it's the idea of having your partner in crime.  Sometimes it's about security.  Sometimes you have an unconscious need to be fulfilled.  Sometimes... Sometimes you can get caught up in the emotions of now!

While the present hour isn't one to be ignored, it is the present emotions that one must not act upon in the heat of a moment.  Take a chance, sure.  But what's done today, you may have to pay for everyday.  Another visitor in the Clark Hotel.  A repeat guest for "sometime," but that time too passes...

See, I didn't get it before, but I understand it now.  It all makes sense!  That which is built on weak ground shall fall.  It's the logics of building.  And though great ideas can come in the form of "sometimes," it is a sure thing that goes on in an attempt to build something substantial.

I write this note, not to lecture, but to express the fleeting emotion of a woman; developed from the neediness to nurture.  That said, wisen up young girl!  The worlds are again shifting.  There's a level of consciousness that needs to be accepted and respected.  You don't deserve temporary assets with permanent risks!

Ok, signing off.  A full night of sleep is needed and I think it'll happen.  Here's to transformation!  Sleep well...

Violet

I Am Love

At my very best I am love!  Listening to Aaliyah on my ipod this a.m. really has me going... I've slid into a lighter mood.  The softness of her voice connected to the softness of my heart.  I feel fresh.  Taking in the brisk air and breathing every breath with focus, intention, a feeling of life being its best.

Truth is, I can have sunny days, everyday, IF I choose to.  I've come to realize that My happiness is indeed My choice.  And today I choose It!  My day is bright.  My future has limitless possibilities.  My life is full.  At my very best I am love and all aspects of my life shall embody just that.

May your day be blessed.  The Lord is very present.  HE is very consistent.  HE knows my heart and that is where My love starts. 

The End, My Friend!

The moment I’m no longer excited about getting out of the bed in the a.m. , I think that proves itself to be the very end.  The end of whatever road I'm traveling.  The end to whatever song I'm singing.  The end of the love story being told… The end, as I know it best!

The End.

Taken High, Dropped Low...

Excitement! Having it is evidence of one living. You should have zest. You should have zeal. You should be excited about life and the feeling should be real. But what about disappointment?

I often get my hopes up with the presence of a new, strong, take my breath away kind of being. It's the one that's most intriguing who catches my eye. It's the un-thought-of chemistry that ruffles my feathers. It's the potential me that I'm excited to see!

And that typically goes well. We usually have a grand ole time. Captured by who he is and he's intoxicated by me. As the emotion grows, the intensity of something we share becomes frightening. While I look to the right, gazing, thinking of what our lives of passion could be , he's looking left, opting to take the simple path. One where his emotions are under control. Something with a person who doesn't enliven his soul.

I do understand the demand to be in charge. However, the thought of what we were and an idea towards the future, it would be love at large. Alright, no "what ifs" falling from my mouth. What we are and what we were have completely gone south. I'm not heartbroken, my life hasn't crumbled. BUT the next encounter I must mask my excitement and the mention of his name will get no more than a mumble.

I can no longer be taken high to be dropped low...

The Vow of Now

Female intuition is our bodily compass to what's right, what's wrong, what's happening, what's going on. And though we'd like to ignore that wrenching gut feeling at times, it is that same feeling that kicks in to open our eyes, turn us in another direction and stop us dead in our tracks. It's simply a feeling that enters the body to give one insight on the shortcomings of visual sight.

It operates as part of our senses.  We see.  We touch. We taste. We hear. We feel.  It is the presence of one sense that displays what's real.  I advise you not to fight such a natural feeling.  Given it's lack of jaded appeal, I believe there's truth in what it reveals.

While I sit with this gut feeling of mine... I wonder if it's the short span of space that makes me feel as if all isn't fine.  I trust his word.  I believe in his honesty.  I adore his openness.  I also acknowledge the absence of vows, BUT my prayer to God states: I hope he isn't taking for granted, what we have right now!

The Ploy of Boy Joy

Typically, I close my eyes with a hundred and one thoughts in my head. I rise in the morning with a hundred and one emotions in my bed. I ride with a hundred and one matters of the heart. This is how my everyday starts. No matter the mood - happy or sad. No matter the energy - dead or alive. My waking thoughts cloud my mind, fill my heart, setting the tone for a journey I'll later embark.

Today, I'm oh-so-emotional! I rose with many different feelings. A sensitivity for feelings. And on today, I chose to express them in this way. Rather than outsource for the object of affection, why not be affection itself? Today I choose to be in love with me. I choose to be fascinated, stimulated, adored, loved and held by ME. For the absence of another no longer has such control. The presence of another was once a dreamy desire, but has now turned old...

The excitement of love has its hold over me.  But what I once was I can no longer be! The young woman awaiting happiness and joy... The woman who once thought completion of self had something to do with a boy.

Janette Clark