April 11, 2013 § Leave a Comment
Again, I say love lest you be loved.
March 23, 2012 § Leave a Comment
Over the past three weeks, I’ve been reading Dr. Marshall Rosenberg’s “Nonviolent Communication” and it’s been more than life changing. In a later post, I’ll go into more depth on the concepts of NVC, but let’s just say this: it’s opened my eyes up to the importance of naming my feelings and sharing them as well as naming the feelings of those around me.
This post is a great poetic description of naming of those feelings and letting them out in a very real way.
Anger. Fear. Pleasure. Sadness. The basics of feelings that stem to all others. They’re a continuous strand of verbs, adjectives, and the like that describe what’s going on inside. They extend from east to west. They’re never ending yet interconnected. One can and often does lead to another. Continuing on to the depths of the soul.
All at once one may not be able to describe. Or one may be able to precisely pinpoint. Even deducting where. How. Whence those feelings arose before. Contrary, some move on regardless. Blindly into day as if it were night. Unaware of those misguided, nay misplaced feelings. Incautiously moving supposedly forward.
Some feelings get breezed over by the strong winds that flow through one’s person. Winds that are brought on by externalities. Externalities that one allows to control the inner-self. Media. Friends. Family. Noise that brings a strong wind. One that is so gracefully flowing that it may pass through unbeknownst to the feeler. And these feelings could quite possibly be false on a variety of levels.
Untrue because they have been brought on and steered by another. Covertly or overtly. And your soul just soaks them in. Instead of standing against the wind, as a strong red wood. One blows to-and-fro, leaves falling abruptly to the ground. And your mind, yourself, with them. Feelings can also be dismayed by the lies deeply in the roots of the past. The soil that seems so rich beneath is actually burdened with spoiled soil; see, hear, smell, touch.
Sense something around oneself that brings upon nostalgic feelings. And instead of digging into the roots to find the corrupt soil. The roots grow deeper into the nothingness. The non-reality. Needless to say, it is one’s responsibility to decipher between the feelings of truth. And the feelings of lies.
To ignore them completely–of which I have been abliged to most of my life–causes an actual sickening. An actual weakening of the body, mind, and spirit. To stuff them. Repress them. Ignore them. Move on. And look past the feelings with one’s own retort.
“I’m too good for feelings.”
“I don’t feel.”
“I’m too hard for that.”
“That’s not my style.”
“I don’t know what I feel.”
“I don’t base my decisions on feelings.”
To retort is yet again a lie to only be divulged in. Revoked. And exposed. Feelings are reactions to thoughts. Thoughts give way to action. Action guides dreams. Dreams unfold the future. Perhaps it is time to sit down and ponder upon one’s feelings today.
Originally posted in 2006.
March 16, 2012 § Leave a Comment
If there was something more to this life, don’t you wish someone would tell you? To awaken to the beating of more. Another. Give or take. The opportunity is not an opportunity unless it is presented. Until then, it is only a mist.
Maybe you’ve never heard. Maybe you have forgotten. This life is but one chance. There is nothing else. It is fleeting. It is trying. It is difficult. It is what you have been birthed to do. The choice is yours. You can live in love. Forevermore. Continuously.
Or you can live in hate. The hatred of yourself. The hatred of those around you. The hatred of a higher power. The hatred of life itself. Or rather love. Love of who you are. Who you have been created to be.
Who you once were [however distasteful your decisions of the past nay present may be]. Who you are becoming. Who you would like to become. Love of those around you. To your fullest capacity. At this very moment. Love for a higher power. Love and hate. Belief and disbelief. You cannot have one without the other.
To love is to believe. To believe in something more from yourself. To believe that a life once ruined is now renewed. To believe you can answer the call. The burdens on your heart. To believe you can expose the lies. The lies that hold you back from believing.
Disbelief is to hate. To hate is to disbelieve. To not believe you can be more. To not believe that your life can be transformed. To not believe you can ever accomplish anything of greater worth. To not believe in those around you. And to continue. To continue to believe the lies. The lies that you entrench yourself in. By choice. In hate. In disbelief.
Black and white it may seem. Yet the gray area is this: You choose. You choose the reality that you live in. You choose to be influenced. You choose to to stay stagnant. You choose to change. Black and white is who you are. Gray is what you make of it. Love the gray.
Originally posted in 2006.