There will be Mountains…but guess what.. You will climb them! We all have trials at times in our lives because we are supposed too! Growth is destined..and it’s not always easy.. let’s create a sense of normalcy to not be okay..the process may be difficult but the end result is magical.
Tuesday Transformations..The first step to change is separating truth from fiction…and normally that starts with your own interpretations. Be real with yourself first! ❤️
I died today… my skin darkened, and color changed. Air rushed from my body. I became silent. Softly, I closed my eyes, felt my limbs freeze…stiff and still, I left.
I drowned. The water consumed me, covered my head, filled my nose, and flooded my mouth.
My ears popped. My lungs grew heavy..my chest puffed and hardened. It hurt.
I felt unspeakable pain.
Engulfed..I died.
All my sins played before me. All my good turned to tears.
I died a horrible death.
Blood dripped from my nose, my teeth gnashed..I snarled at my killer. My pupils turned ruby. My cheeks ashed and lips withered. With crimson skin under my fingernails..I scratched the pavement. I failed to crawl to safety. I screamed. I screamed.
Ripped.. I died
Memories of abuse, pain, and trauma bruised my face. Begging pleas muttered from my lips. Weak and frail.
I gasped to hold tight the last bit of air. My throat constricted, my heart stopped, and my bladder failed. I quit. I gave up.
Defeated..I died.
……only to be born again..new…clean..fresh..healed..reincarnated and given another chance.
Another try.
Another try at living.
The loss of a loved one can be devastating and life-changing, and grief can be hard to overcome. In this episode, we are facing the reality of death by coming to clarity with the definition of Life.
What’s your definition of life?
Is it breathing, existing, or being present in the moment? Or having friends, family, and things that represent your life? Or having friends, family, and things that define your life?
Are you waking up in the morning to just (wake up) and sleeping at night to just (sleep)?
Each moment of life should be one of intention: To intentionally fulfill your life with (LIFE)
And it’s effortless.
Living-breathing within the dreams and possibilities of your life..fully participating in the opportunities, and Intentionally fulfilling your days and nights with adventure, mental stimulation, creativity, and happiness.
And it is effortless.
Life does not have to be hard..unless you expect it to be. Yes, there are mountains on the journey..but have you ever been rock climbing? Have you ever watched a wild goat climb a really steep cliff? They climb in the winter, teetering over slippery slopes, intentionally rising and overcoming- for the adventure. For the breeze and purer air. For the reward of rich salt minerals that lie on the higher rocks. They shed their heavy coats, and relax and wait for spring to begin their walk back down. Then Basking and frolicking in the Summer Sun until it’s time to do it all over again.
And it is easy for them to do so. That in itself is a metaphor for how life should and could be.
Our come to clarity moment is!
I live an intentionally fulfilling effortless life.
It is natural for me to do so. I inhale and exhale the rewards and struggles of life..because it is a necessary part of fulfilling my purpose in life.
I Enjoy LIFE!
We ride on the backs and breast of those that have come before
On ancestor’s shoulders and great, great, great, daddy’s toes
With drops of frankincense and myrrh and rows of gold around our necks
We ride on ocean waves of blue blackness on top of undersea ancient temples imprinted
of our blue colored faces
We ride on Congo drum beats
with dancing moving hips and
breezy Blowing dreadlocks
on cowry shelled waist bead covered bellies
We ride on lion’s mane and canine teeth
On Elephant tusk and Zebra stripes
On library book covers
On wall filled Art Museum canvases
We ride in church,
in-between church pews and in the lines of church hymns
We ride on Egyptian tombs encased in limestone adorned with
(Us riding) in hieroglyphic text
We ride on guitar strings and thumb machines
In Paris, Korea, Alaska, and of course Mozambique
We ride through Southern towns…
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A Monk is seated quietly, at the Golden Gates of Heaven.
A soldier who just lost her life in battle greets him at the gates. “Hello. Monk. Is this where I enter to get into heaven?” The monk gently smiles and asks..”Is it?” The soldier confused said “That’s what I just asked you? Is this the gate to Heaven? am I on the right path?” The monk smiled again and asked, “Which path did you come from?” The soldier turned behind her, and there were thousands of roads and paths. “Which one did you come from?” asked the Monk. The soldier scratched her forehead and replied..”I don’t know. I didn’t know that I had traveled that many roads. What should I do? Should I go back?” he asked the monk. The Monk asked her..”Soldier if you do, which road would he take?” Frustrated the soldier dropped all she carried and began to cry. The monk continued to smile and sit quietly before her. The soldier again turned behind her and looked at the many places from which she traveled. He soon grew tired and weary and decided to sit. She sat and sat. For days, weeks, and years..The Soldier sat. The Monk sat. Until one day, a Grocery Clerk walked up. He smiled and said “Hello” to the Monk and the Soldier and proceeded to walk into the Golden Gates of Heaven.
The Soldier swiftly rose to her feet, and asked the Monk, in bewilderment, “Why did he do that? How did he do that?” The Monk smiled; ” Soldier, there are many paths behind you, but only one in front. Why would you question which way to go? The Soldier shrugged her shoulders and laughed. She gathered her things and walked right into the Golden Gates of Heaven.
“Never get too occupied with the past that you can not see the future”.
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