Be careful what you say to people
Because they misconstrue easily –
Allowing their fears to misdirect
Your original positivity’s meaning.
Be careful what you say to people
Because they misconstrue easily –
Allowing their fears to misdirect
Your original positivity’s meaning.
As pressures pushed to overwork,
She felt she never had enough time.
Then, she realized the solution was
To slow down and let time find her.
I must face that there is only one of me
And that though I provide healing therapy,
Each session expends in incredible efforts –
Which drains my energy, needing recovering.
Therefore, in my current commitment pursuits,
I am limited in how much money I can generate
If I am needing to retain sense of personal space
While giving so much positivity to my community.
I do not mind a little dressing up –
Just the loss of my entire identity.
If I wear makeup and arrange hair,
If I buy Gucci and pluck or use Nair;
If I fit a slot or allow others into mine,
If I give up values and submit to grind;
If I close my mouth into agreeable smile,
If I desire only others’ happiness in Style;
If I stand by while others make Hope bleed,
If I submit to narcistic, consumptive greed;
If I am available every day for your needs,
If I get stepped on so that others succeed –
And so many other messaged debasements –
Then, I am worth loving without chastisement.
Integral to her health was balance –
Which is what she kept reaching for.
But, when conflicting pressures arose,
She couldn’t find herself behind doors.
When this happened she became sick –
For only then would world slow turning.
How was one person to handle so much
While ensuring identity was reemerging?
I had been feeling under the weather for a couple of weeks and could not seem to get my pep back, until what ever was riding finally got to me.
Recognizing I was compromised before symptoms visually surfaced took bravery on my part to admit – and was the best timing for all concerned because I was not yet contagious.
It would be nice if other people recognized this type of diligence, rather than continuing with imposed beliefs that we must work until we make ourselves worse – and infect the people around us in the process.
I was in love with the hidden things about him. Those sparks that led to deeper intellect, and a heart worth keeping.
Now that I pull away, I still see glimmers of this inherency, but the smokescreen meant to keep people guessing now dominates everything.



Loving acceptance.
Truthful congruence.
Caring for the masses
Instead of such abuses.
When you think it’s guaranteed, don’t bet on it.
The more you reach to grab it, the more it evades.
It’s got to be seen as a side benefit – with only a casual glance noting its attainment.
For if you are really hungry and in need, something conspires to take away its dependability.
I am sick again.
Did I catch it from the client who returned from a trip where all their friends tested positive upon their return – but they did not?
Did I catch it from a friend whose coworker tested positive two days ago and they only now found out?
Is it just some other virus taking opportunity to invade because I have been overworked and stressed?
The point is, I had a full work day and weekend lined up to bring in extra needed funding, and now that’s all borked.
Because I have a conscience.
You get fired for having a conscience.
You are forced to move again because of your conscience for wanting to ensure the landlord is paid no matter others’ lack of conscience for firing you for having a conscience.
I had to cancel clients today to protect them. I have turned away sick clients to not spread any contagion.
Inconvenience resents conscience.
What makes others stand up for each other for having a conscience?
I could sure use this kind of support for protecting my fellow humans, rather than their punitive judgements causing them to turn against me.
In a society without conscience, there is little reward for the brave.
Love is like a drug that can elevate you no matter what is happening, promoting a type of lasting “high.”
When you no longer have a focal point for it, disconnecting from it can feel like heavy depression.
Here is not a bad place to step out from illusion. There, everywhere one turned had been crazy.
What worked for one person’s ambition in a certain scenario is not necessarily the right strategy for a person in a similar but different scenario – and she was not going to get her self mislabeled!



I try to forget, so am reminded by my tea leaf!
As patterns begin to repeat with places revisited, subconscious management begins recognizing where data is more relevant. Anxiety then tenuously relaxes as functionality increases at the right times and places.
I see her there, in her coat and gloves…
Walking her dogs.
She doesn’t realize how much she matters.

Zoom…





Do you see the three dragon heads blowing winds?





Zoom…



I pull into myself and retreat like a snail that got its eye stalks poked.
One would think there would be Choice in the matter.