She may have a late nap and be up forever

Worries and concerns of a young mom talking to her friend on the way to the store, baby in tow.

She is grateful, thriving and living in a good way.

Contrasting situations arise downtown, but mom feels good taking her young baby out for a stroll with the support of a good friend.

So many parts to a well rounded life, what will this woman do in this lifetime?

Who will her baby become?

How will her family live over the next twenty five years.

There is a lot going on out there.

We have a lot of changes, choices and charges to work out.

But it is nice to smell the roses and acknowledge the traditional aspects from time to time.

I love to journal,write and walk,think, meditate and become peaceful

I want to teach and become a student in my life.

What can I do about it: journal, read, write, blog, write a book and study to do it.

Most of the time I am curious about meditation.

Most of the time I practice being calm and experience peacefulness.

I love to learn and practice how to do all of it.

I believe that is what my book will be all about.

This is my journey what will be yours?

We Are Made, We Are Not Born.

Let it Go!

The first 25 years give us the base for our commander.

Conventionality is the bane of our existence, but passion for passion’s sake can be a mistake.

What are we grateful for during the working years, the child rearing years?

Lay down the laws, but do them for ourselves first, be original, but moral.

From 25 to 50 we start to learn and create. We are busy. But we journal about everyday. We read everything. We store it all for the next 25 years.

The health we had we must repair. We must earn our freedom. Learn to learn, let the sanctions that frustrate our madness go.

Seize all the time left to us,make us expert meditators, give us strength and when we only have will to live, let us live within our shrinking limitations!

Let it go. Let us be century’s children. Keep living free. Read and write like there will be no tomorrow.

Fierce Calmness and Silence

Sometimes, a routine is accompanied by change.

This newness activates a kind of motion.

The positive stress generates a flurry of activity.

The energy output is great.

The outcomes are great.

The X-factor is hard at work by going with the flow, synergy, confluence, cooperation, and collaboration.

It just feels fierce.

How Time Will Shrink or Expand

He is a bully with his precision.

But he measures, beats and flows.

There are moments and parts and streams where almost anything goes.

He allows forces like gravity to change us and makes everything grow and die.

His heart is cold and his mind is hot but he never really slows.

Be a fan or an enemy, he is indifferent as the weather.

His age is immortality’s length.

He has an unfathomable measure of strength.

He does not show his senses.

But you can measure him like a wavelength.

Duration is his passport.

He travels across the universe.

The Currency Of Love

Her coin is not gold, but energy is flowing from me to you.

What will you do in return?

My friend use to say, “It is only money changing hands”.

Yet, it looks like metal is being transmuted into gold.

I am energized by what I do.

Will you honor me by doing it too.

There is no price to pay, but perhaps we speak of gratuity.

Do we imagine a price that reflects what we do?

I believe I have found one way.

Can you?

I am nothing when I can’t write

My voice is like a stream, it ebbs and flows.

There is nothing sadder than when it runs dry.

My throat feels sore and my heart’ beating with more beats.

My voice is falling silent.

She will not say a word.

I dare not talk to her.

My motto is do no harm to me ‘and’ to others.

She remains quiet.

I am silenced with my voice turning inward I feel anger and pain.

My thought flows about the need to express these emotions.

She works silently all day.

I am proud of her work ethic.

Did my silent, still, calm, do no harm…

Did I prod her with my whimsy silence?

The map of my feeling go from anger to pain, to bliss.

I am transmuting pain into bliss.

My voice speaks the truth to beauty.

Or does beauty speak to me?

She is still silent.