Month: May 2016

Anticipation – May 30, 2016

They say you know when it’s about to happen.

You feel the hair on the back of your neck crawl when the angel of death is nearby.

And if she allows it, you might even be allotted time to personally say goodbye to those you lovingly leave behind.

You can sense when a storm is coming.

That scent the earth lets off, as its thirsting for the rainfall. The heaving winds stroking the land right before it goes into ecstasy. 

You know when something big is about to happen.

As when a warrior from another land visits your kingdom. He stands before you admiring his conquest, and you stare back, awake, but are both only in a dream.

You know when there’s about to be a major turning point in your story.

As when trees shed their leaves but in the springtime. As in those days that you get those repetitive signs that come in threes. 

Landmarks. Poems written about pirates with pocketful of dreams coming true on the slabs of the sidewalk floors. 

Sidewalk slab in front of Hemingway’s Key West home
They are all indications of a small amount of future we can feel being breathed into our ears.

Anticipation of the entire world changing, but within ourselves.

~gg

Expectations

They said:

You are too old to go dancing;

Too married to be dressing that way;

Too motherly to be having fun;

Dedicate yourself to your family;

Enjoy the mundane;

Embrace the routine;

Put them first;

Forget your dreams;

Don’t have any desires;

Build a life designed by society.

And then is when I took a stance and refuted back  “this is not the way I will live, for this is not happiness.”

So I danced, I danced hard. I felt my soul pouring itself on that dance floor.

And I lived the way I wanted to live.

For rules are man made, and so can’t human error exist where rules were once made?

Question reality. Find your truth. Always do what feels right. For your truth is the only truth.

Naked – May 27, 2016

Strange things happen sometimes.

Weird unimportant moments having to do nothing with our daily life stay with us; shock us.

Jogging at day break.  Leaves magically drifting to the ground.

I continue on.

Fireflies dancing under the swaying leaves of the trees.  Wind caressing my face in a warm welcome.

I continue on.

Running faster, I hear the screeching train tracks overhead.

Something is different.  The lighting is not the same.  Something about the way the universe is breathing has changed.

I continue on.

The fruit flies frantically warn flying in a repetitive but circular motion above my head.

Yet, I do not listen.

I continue on.

At a distance, I can see a man walking a dog.

I try to listen with my eyes yet feel nothing.

I continue on.

I come face to face with the dog walker.

I cannot look into his sunglass covered eyes, but an awkward fear sets in as I attempt a nod.

I continue on.

I feel his intrusive energy, trying to get inside me.

His energy dark.  Dense.  Hovering over me.

I continue on.

I feel perplexed.  How can someone have made me feel so utterly naked?

I continue on.

I leave his body behind, but his presence, his darkness,  still remains, lingering.

I continue on.

Heaviness on my shoulder. What is this?

I continue on.

~gg

World Views – May 26, 2016

Dense energy; bothersome fuzzy grey heaviness.

Red in the face, flushing blood to the head; fuming.

Opposing views; egos clash with a lack of understanding.

Blind as a bat only feeling the sonar energy of anger. 

Can’t we leave the past behind and unchain ourselves from pain. 

Can’t we leave both ends of the color spectrum and tenderly meet halfway.

It’s so simple, but instead we choose to weave ourselves in a spider web of hate. 

Relentless we force our world’s views upon another’s universe. 

Never yielding; never opening our minds.

~gg🌻🌈💕

Passion – May 24, 2016

Passion, take me where I am meant to be.

I will walk through fire to be with you.

Through you, there is clarity.

With you, there becomes a heaven on earth.

Desire is merely your voice calling; although some will avoid your whisper out of fear, as if attempting not be mesmerized by a siren’s chants.

The sun burns from you,  releasing onto the earth a touch of magic.

Wherever you are, love overflows.

Your one true desire is to bring forth dreams by pouring yourself into each and every moment.

You are the spreader of the beautiful seeds of creation through the colorful spectrum of the rainbow.

You are the blissful partner of the higher self.

Follow your dreams, follow your passion.

~gg

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Picture taken by me in Homestead, FL on May 21, 2016

Breathe – May 19, 2016

This song stirs up so many memories of my childhood.

The memory starts with a 4 year old me holding this antique wooden jewelry box.  The box is rectangular and hand painted in an egg shell color with a soft touch of pastel colored flowers on it.  I inhale and exhale the beauty of the hand made jewelry box, and I breathe.

When the box is opened, a soft piano style melody starts playing, and I see a tiny ballerina doll at center back part of an inner stage. The ballerina is gracefully doing slow pirouettes to the tranquil ballad, and I breathe.

As I open this box and revere the doll as she dances, I see faces of my past, people I have loved and lost; those which remain as only a faint but loving memory, and I breathe.

I see them smiling at me, and I smile back.  Only to know that they are neither here, nor there, and I breathe.

As the music continues, I hear the ocean waves creeping up to kiss the shoreline, and then feel it swiftly rushing away, as if in a dance, over and over again, washing away the memories, in a final act of asking ever so softly, that I finally let them go, and I breathe.

This memory which reminded me so much of the jewelry box’s melody, was inspired by a beautiful song, that for me, was about letting.  The song is called “breathe – 528HZ”:

You can listen to this beautiful song by Spirit Sounds, if you follow this link below:

http://truespiritsounds.bandcamp.com/track/breathe-528hz

 

 

 

 

The Lost Boys – May 18, 2016

Some say that some of us are sleep walking through life, unaware of our surroundings.

We are deaf to the music of the earth; Unaware of the music of the rainbow colored birds that surround us; too asleep to hear the graceful dance of the trees’ leaves, as the wind softly caresses them.

Blind to the colors of the wild sunset, and to the mermaids playing in the sea.  Rainbows abound but no one sees!

The sunrise whispers words of wisdom in the morning, asking us to start our day afresh, but instead we walk in a dead dream state, unaware, unmoved, uninspired, like blind military men marching with no end in sight.

We walk in unison, to the same beat of the drum. Marching unflinchingly complying to man made customs and rules without question.

Why, oh why, can no one see that we are all dead walkers living in a dream?

~gg

 

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