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.

It would be fitting that I began blogging, years ago, with a post about "Writing." I guess when all else fails, write about writing itself, or about becoming a writer. It's not that I've had nothing to write about, good god there's volumes to cover for the past few months of my adventure called life. The same block I have for writing is what I have in my life now though. Partly, this is a new beginning. New friends, new home, new work- pretty much starting from scratch. I think anyone would feel a bit stumped. The other side to this is less natural to me. Fear. I am Rochelle! Tenacious, unstoppable! So- Me, afraid? Well, yes! F#%_ing terrified actually. New work? New Home? Friends? It's all unsettling. So what does this have to do with writing? My fear in writing- or at least, what stops me from doing it- is the same fear I feel in life. Fear of Failure. Once you've been scorched by failure, and have that acid taste left in your mouth, you never want t

Let it all fall away Passively, quietly. Do not cry out or force and do not be numb but feel, What you have every right to feel. Now, this is the point Where your trust in God, must be immense. Trust. Let it all fall away.

She said "But, I want to show you some signs." As one glass after the other fell to the floor, we looked at each other Knowing we'd been seen and feeling the scene to come. The signs were posted everywhere that night. Clearly read and certainly understood, pointing Firm and correct The path had become dangerous, as if it had not been all along. Tossing coins to summon an answer already known. He spoke "There are no signs to exits passed," They turned to the clouds Thunder called and struck down its point, a point well taken. Now there is quiet, in ourselves we converse Too scared to draw a map, though we've been here before. With the signs and his light we took on this movement, in action we moved in faith through the dark.