Monday, June 9, 2014

Every 7 years

I remember my Grandmama, explaining to my 7 year old self,

      "Every seven years your body changes."

As an adult, this has proved to be true. Even science backs up Grandmama on this one, nearly every cell in our body including the ones which make up our bones are in fact replaced over time (although its a lot more complex than that...).

Think back to seven years old. Parents- think of your child at 7 years old!! The age of reason, and I will add the age of individual opinion, lol. Fast forward to fourteen years! Ok, enough said on that 21..... These are defining years for most people, when not just our physical body changes, but our persona and status too.

Interestingly, seven years comes up as the final number of many cycles. Debts are cancelled after 7 years. Bad luck from broken mirrors thankfully disappear. The famous "seven year itch," in marriages. I have noticed in my personal life, many events, people and places have come back to me full circle from 7 years ago. 

So it seems, every seven years is a time for renewal, and cancelling debts. Of letting go of old cycles, habits, people and even places. Like the week, which restarts every seven days, every seven years is the time to purge what you've been hanging on to and start a new journey.

Sunday, June 1, 2014

Walking Along

Walking Along

Walking along the edge.
Gazing at possibilities.
Slowly taking these steps,
I sway to find my footing.

Indefinite, but with stride,
and seeking affirmation,
I am altogether captured
by the reverent form unfolding.

Resisting an impressive urge,
to plunge into what feels true,
I have fallen before, and as they say,
That, is not what kills.

So, here I remain. Myself.
Steady and balanced on this ledge.
On the horizon, moments envisaged,
 waiting to become…

When the timing is right,
with respect to that uncertain state,
disquietude shall cease, and
a new harmony will compose…

Where- I can jump, or rather fall,
and immerse absolutely,
in amity and contentment.
Fulfillment of our course.

What an extraordinary endeavor
we have set out to travel.
The words which brim upon my lips,
simply do not avail,

or impart to you, what I believe,
this journey may reveal. For now…
These words will hold their place
and we will walk on still.

-Rochelle Willis ©2012

Sunday, May 25, 2014

Play on Words

I play with my words like you play with gum, pulling each vowel through my lips,
feeling the crack of a consonant on my tongue, and biting down to hold each in their proper place.

I play with words like babies play with bubbles, creating them to shine then pop with possibilities,
my wand is my pen, dipped deep into the frothy brine, to conjure up form from subconscious mystery.

Where grammar gives way to art. punctuated. by the rhythms and the

_silence between the notes.

Where language dances with intimate perception, staring back at the reader, the writer,
casting shadows of depth no picture could perceive, it's thousand words so intricately weaved.

These words are toys, not like blocks stacked in math, but like play-doh and finger paint,
the impressions made of the author in press are the dips in the clay and the prints in the paint.

Where best of all I am never alone, my reader must play

_and so far, we get along.

Thursday, May 22, 2014

Devouring the Thick

       "The world is waiting," she told me. "You're a trailblazer. You don't walk the path, or find the path, you bludgeon through the thick and create it. God has obliged you. He keeps creating the thick for you to devour!"

Occasionally, I am reminded of my significance and capabilities. It has been nearly one year since my "awakening," when all the pieces came together and my perspective on life got turned on its ass. And if you can imagine your brain getting emptied out and rearranged without you participation- it leaves one a bit disoriented on their path in life.

All of the humbling, heartbreaking, shocking experiences over the last two years have left me peaceful. Not numb, or angry...As I swallow one painfully toxic dose of life after another I am gradually removed from the necessity to suffer from loss and failure.

Kahlil Gibran said, "The deeper that sorrow carves into your being the more joy you can contain... Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears."

...while the pain still exists- I need not be contorted or crushed by it, but rather transformed through it. A tremendous amount of energy, from many places and people, were put into those things which caused me pain- and through learning a bit of life Judo, it seems appropriate to deflect all that input into some extraordinary output.

The world is waiting-

Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Too late

Too late

Horrific things happen in the smoothest of ways- creeping in unannounced and spreading before it can be caught, like the blood seeping from an open wound, it pours it's dark and permanent stain beyond the grasp of our control- There is no break from reality to experience these things--they are part of our normal life as much as the water we drink; alarms will sound, no rush of empathy and support will crowd to ease the blow, you just take it! Only in the aftermath do we feel the hot tears well up, feel the guilt, loss, pain and shock...too late for apologies and too soon for forgiveness

The Idea Factory

Just to the North of where I live, lies an abundant land, where truly all things are possible, and there is an answer for every question. I call this place, "The Idea Factory," you may have something similar North of where you live, called an imagination.

Some people there wander off into a warm sea, golden beach, paradise. Others live out lives of fame and fortune in this place. I, create solutions. Sometimes to a problem you didn't even know was a problem yet....

Replacing the age old Clothes Hanger system with a rotating, self-folding wheel- keeping clothes wrinkle free and eliminating the need for drawers as well!

              *Yes, I am aware this idea will never catch on and may be slightly retarded.

BUT! Could someone, somewhere make a buck selling that, sure! People buy rocks, as pets, so why the hell not....

There are many solutions, to problems big and small, which I have concocted;

EXAMPLE II: (better idea)
Instead of eliminating the penny, get rid of the nickel instead. Lucky pennies, penny jars, penny loafers, pennies from Heaven etc, etc. We like our pennies, no matter how worthless. Now, beside from the "Nickel Ads," no one cares about the nickel- probably costs more to make one anyway, AND we can still make change (5 pennies = 1 nickel).

Good idea, Right?
I bet you've had a couple million dollar ideas yourself, haven't you?

Here's the simple truth: You, nor I, will ever do anything with these ideas.



Your ideas, in the hands of the whole world, to bring to life, build upon or change another person's idea of what is possible... At least something gets done- maybe a lot of great somethings get done! 


Turn your head now baby Just Spit Me Out

Feeling underappreciated and saddened at how it is possible to pour your heart out, give your time and all you have to give to another person and have them spit in your face. I had the epiphany that this is how God must feel when his children sin.

He pours his unending love out for us, he gives of all he is For Us and we spit in the face of the almighty and go about doing contradictory and counterproductive things- and he keeps loving us all the same.

 I will continue to feel unappreciated and taken from, as long as I continue to take for granted the blessings in my life. Once I learn to give back to God in appreciation and gratitude, the same way I would give back to anyone who would go out of their way for me- then I will know what being loved is meant to feel like.