A Prisoner

I find it interesting how Love is...

It seems to wait... wait... and wait... as if... hidden.

Hidden in a place I would never look.

Maybe... even in a place I may never find.

Maybe... it's me... maybe somehow... I've lost my way... when did I lose my way?

Maybe I ran too far...

But... beyond all of these things... whether in shades of grey or white... unclear or clear...

This is my Hope... that Love... in it's time... will find me...

I am in fact... a prisoner of Hope.

Left picking up the pieces

I had an intense talk with some of my girls...

as we were conversing about certain truths... without even knowing... truly knowing...

these words came out of my mouth...

words... I didn't even know... existed within me.

Interesting... how moments like these are rare... yet they reveal so much... a deep, gut wrenching... realization.

"The very first time my heart was broken... it was broken by a man...

and that man was my father."

Old Age

I remember when I had a large amount of energy. I'd be up until 2/3am and I didn't feel an ounce of fatigue... I could of stayed up all night If I could.

I believe that small period of time was in my early 20's... 24/25.

At that time, I thought something was wrong with me.

Nowadays, I can't stay up past 9:30pm!! It's almost 10pm and I'm struggling to finish this blog.

Explains my lack of depth and "interesting" topic. =)

Now... I again... think something is wrong with me! Ugh... so tired.

Good night.....zzzzzzz.

Moving Forwarding

I'm learning a lot about myself this year... maybe it's better said that, I'm accepting... acknowledging my problems. Problems that I've been ignoring...

Sometimes... moving forward may also mean, that we have to stumble and fall down... the key is ... we gotta get back up.


"Press on Ellen.... press on. Stand tall... keep your word."

Priorities

He worried… not for the rooms within her heart…

If her house was planted on a firm foundation…

If beyond her lips… her hands and feet served…

If her depth was deeper than the expected…

If an understanding and practice of compassion…

If a suitable…. Wife.

If a nurturing… Mother.

No… he worried how she’d look like in the morning.

Priorities…