Time moves along as I forget what day it is unless someone reminds me.
I feel stuck in a world that is not moving.
Stuck in a quicksand of life where I have to climb out of the sand long enough to change my perspective on how to proceed in life’s adventures.
Fear does become a factor in this timeless place where I can do whatever I want but there are few choices.
Not lonely any longer but the alone time is difficult in a world where there are so many things left unfinished.
Being alone does give me much time to think as I do finish a painting I have been struggling with for months. The writing on positive moments do flow through me to you as you may glance on some prose I have written saying, “I am surprised she can keep up with this optimistic way during the Pandemic, she must have a lot of stamina.”
During a dream-state in meditation or just drifting off in a moment of clarity I begin to see where I was and where I am going but it is not where I truly want to be.
I want to be free again among the purple flowers of life, standing strong as I used to stand.
I want things to go back to where they used to be like a colorful puzzle in reds, blues and yellows that has been pulled apart as I stand, a lost soul trying to find the difficult pieces of my life to put them back together into a beautiful picture that I create.
What do you do to help yourself in a strong way; keeping a peaceful flow that allows you a place to be when you need a moment of silence?
I find nature becomes my best place to wander as I wait for everything to change for the better.
The birds seem to know the way to be peaceful; flying high in the blue sky as free spiritual souls who do all they can to show us the way to be free again.