simple truths

I began to explain my earth-shattering, paradigm shifting experience; where I met God, to my Facebook audience. Ha, ok, first mistake. First response, from my sister; "????? What Happened." Shit...how do I explain that.

I can pass it over, step away or set it down... ..."and anytime I please." But what truth do I breath? How do I prove, and better, to whom... I am not a prisoner in this self inflicited womb. What happens to my reserve, my nerve to kick the devil behind? I can... anytime I please... ...sit face-to face in fear of what I shall do when he leaves. My cerebral sidekick, who keeps me whole, will never call out or reach even one decipal. Though short and sorry when it comes to brass, he is as light on the righteuos path. His kinisthetic brother. Feeds and Devours. Just as water can save or destroy a flower; Filling my mind with no charm and less wit. Only raw sensation, leaving bitter grit. Into my surreptitious silence they invade. Was my mind ever mine to be made? While one fuels the fire, which I use to keep safe, in confidence the other patiently waits. Were they always there, the creators of my Individ-duality? Or am I the one who gave birth to this personality?

I've heard, "Follow your passion." But often passion does not open the door to opportunity. It's part of the key, but why am I picking on this phrase? Synonyms for passion include: fervor , obsession , infatuation , enthusiasm , zeal , craze  and other words that do not invite the picture of a driven, level-headed individual working toward their dream.    Following your emotionally crazed and blinded self into your passion is not always wise! (We've all had those relationships, right?). As for "following" such a thing, well I never liked that word "follow" anyway....So I would like to re-coin the phrase if I may. "Let your passion lead you."   My recent venture into the business world, opening "like GrMa clean,", taught me a tremendous amount, mostly about myself. We all need these overwhelming, frustrating, victorious and humbling experiences at least once in life. These sludgy "learning" curves come wh

Of all my creative and poetic ambitions, motherhood is definitely my favorite, and most successful.