Category: Life

Fun Friday; Enthusiastic Support!

E.T. (Enthusiastic Telemarketer), in what may seem, an extraterrestrial environment, where few hearts boldly go. Not to become alienated, by the close encounters. The cold shoulder, the static, the panic. The tendency, phone home, to someone who cares. Only to find out, there’s a bad connection, the disconnect. Your heart starts racing, your mind pacing, you’re facing the reality. The Smooth Operator, the same dialect, “the number you called, is no longer in service,” making you nervous. Mr. Telephone man, there’s something wrong with my line. When I dial my baby’s number, I get a click every time. E.T, someone, will acknowledge you; “Hello, is it me you’re looking for?” E.T, in the meanwhile, become the first; “Information Technology support enthusiast, with your very own geek squad. Elliot, can offer some tech support, until the issue becomes resolved. E.T, when all else fails, reboot… your heart with love, it empowers confidence. Negative energy, a corruptible virus, making the heart of the matter untenable. Even, hard driven, but overtaxed internal organisms, pushed beyond its limits, are weakened. Information technology, from head to heart, the download, in encrypted messaging. When all hope is gone, Alt, Escape Delete; the negativity, and replace it with positive assurance. E.T, hopes and cheers, keep the heart fixed on home. Where, everybody knows your name. An Enthusiastic Telemarketer, endeavoring to be in contact with someone, supportive of their needs!

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The Space Between!

Every day, the wading between, life and Death. A heart, trying to breathe in drowning waters, a soul struggling to avoid life’s quicksands. Live, Love, Laugh, within the space between, and all it’s meant to be. Striving and Thriving, the pursuit to be, indeed, be the reality. Passion, never counts the cost. Some days, our heart goes through the fire, to not be consumed. A heart under fire, battling the heat of the moment, trying to keep its composure. One day at a time, chasing Hopes and Dreams, Valleys and Mountains, Lost but Found. Heart and Soul, truth be told, in the space between. Here and Now, the nexus, Time and Space. The heart willing, but oh, the flesh, yes, all the feelings, and all of its healing. The strength to be, the power setting you free, empowering the breadth inside, what resilience can’t hide. The pursuing, and the reckoning, the reconciling, and the navigating; Doubts and Beliefs. Mind, body, soul and, all in the space between!

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Wednesday Proverb; Finding Balance!

Everyone, at some point searches, to find that proverbial balance. Some search in quiet spaces, time releasing its gravitational tug, on heartstrings, and mind filled things. Some search high, others search low, but even if heights encounter woes, keep the faith, hope is never lost. A cup is never empty, half full becoming the balanced perception. Balance taught, begets balanced thought. Heart training the mind, to not just be aligned, but fall in line. So many search, willing balance to be, but failing to see. Finding balance, not in the recovery, but knowing the trajectory. And though, life lurks to upend, don’t let ego offend, your confidence pretend. Enlightened serenity, deepened tranquility; emboldened harmony. Quality of movement, breadths between every heartbeat. Supply and demand, lifestyle, and a realistic plan. Mind, body, soul, working hand in hand, within the master plan. Strength gained, composure attained, balance retained. Some, search to find it in you, but tell me who, can find it for you? Some search for it, between the sheets of a good night’s sleep, but riddle me this peeps. “If love seeps, and darkness creeps, can finding balance keep, if with getting we haven’t learned, how to search deep?” Those, who look inside the heart, find out balance is never lost, sometimes misplaced!

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Purposeful Planting!

In every season, intentional planting, reaps a beautiful harvest. Love’s enriched soil, rested gently on the heart, a soul laid bare. Purposeful sowing, seedlings of love deeply rooted, the manifestation of, within the transcendence of. Digging deep, puts love out there to be soiled, by earth’s indifference. But, even if your heart gets a bit scuffed, plant faithfully. Love’s harvest, will surely yield the pollinated essence of its botanical bounty. Rose colored love, blossoms in thornless crimson hue. Home grown organic love, blooms its authenticity, fruitful in its holistic simplicity. Purposeful planting, harvested becomes love’s herbal remedy. Garden planted with love, life taking place, its breadth flourishing. Into something natural, something good, something divine, love’s intrinsic nature. In times of sunshine, or moments of shade. A heart feeling love’s brilliant light, also needs its cascading water, to be its saving grace. Faithfulness, planted with love’s inherent vibrancy, grows emboldened with its tenderness. Purposeful planting, of love’s fertile garden, yielding of its substantive abundance!

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Cluttered Thoughts!

Clearing one’s heart, of cluttering thoughts. Spring cleaning, birds singing, seasons casting its clouded moments. Cluttered moments, leaves a heart in disarray. Soul searching, days seeming, conflicted seasons, reconciling the reason. Getting one’s house in order, mind, body, soul; life lived whole. One’s heart focused, keeping it in focus, not letting the little things, become a disordered mind, trying to find. Room in one’s heart, uncluttered of all things, purging the soul of the unpleasantries it brings. A heart thrives, not weighed down with mights, love’s breadth held tight. Love could never shine, needing to be dusted off. Sweeping, feelings underneath the surface, will at some point resurface, cluttering not just thoughts, but heart and soul. A heart could never find solace, letting the mind hoard, misplaced thoughts. Disunity, between the heart and mind, the soul living in kind. One thing I have learned, it doesn’t matter how much clutter, moments will pile in the crevices of weighing thoughts. Letting go, the heart sees a healthier perspective, the decluttering of unwanted thoughts. Making it easier for the heart to be an inviting home, where indifference doesn’t clutter, unwanted thoughts have no sway. Letting hopes and dreams, finds its way, a wonderful place to stay!

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Winning, Broken!

Even with a broken heart, breath is still taken. Even with a fragmented soul, the heart beats with a holistic persona. Even with a fractured wing, a soul can soar, if the heart’s willing to elevate. Even through a damaged perspective, perception changes, trusting the process. Even though a crushed spirit, hope breathes life, into a heart’s renewed sense of purpose. Even a splintered frame of reference, knowing there’s slivers of hope. Lets water under the bridge, quench moments of burning bridges. With time, ruptured wound heal, not with meaningless band aid fixes, but the heart’s sincere attempt to make the love missing, be nothing within the texture left broken. Even, a torn fabric within trust, becomes a heart mended, with forgiveness woven in with love’s essence. Even confidence in absolute tatters, can still be heart and mind in concert. Not singing the blues, but harmonizing a love ballad; reunited, and it feels so good. A soulful, and heartfelt expression of. Even, cracks in the road of life can be filled, one pothole, one day at a time. Uneven bars are utilized, not for mental gymnastics, but showcase a heart, and soul’s resilience. Injures are not meant, to sideline your hope, but build up your resolve, keep your faith focused. Tears fall, but so does rain, even if for hours, out comes the sun. Even in times of brokenness, seasons like April showers, bring out in us, beautiful May flowers. Rough times, not uncommon, but commonly known. To let a heart know, Winning is still possible, even if moments find us, Broken!

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Love, Speaks for Me!

Love, speaks to my heart, tells me what to do, what to say, how to be. In gentle whispers, its breathless kisses, persuades my soul. I know who I am, I know what path to take, love tells me so. When I am lost, can’t find my way home. Love pursuits me, takes me by the heart. Love speaks quietly, love speaks boldly, speaks deeply into my soul. Forever to my heart, love tells me. In its embrace, with its gentle nudge, love’s voice guides my soul. To its like-minded probabilities, my heart searching its endless possibilities. Love told me, my soul has a purpose to fulfill, it’s for my heart, to know the reason. When, I don’t know what to say, love speaks for me. Advocates for me, when I seem to have lost my mind. Hindsight becoming, the vision of love, waiting for my heart, to take wayward thoughts captive, not think too highly of myself. Sometimes, words mumble, heart stumble, simple task fumble. But, through it all, love teaches me how to stay humble, how not to grumble. With love leading, my heart knows how to act, don’t pat me on the back, that’s just a fact. When I fall, love comforts me. When I am lonely, love holds me. That’s why, when love says jump, and I don’t ask why? I just say, how high, to the sky, infinity, or beyond? When, love calls my heart, it’s by name, to my soul, I have no claim, true love is the aim. I become, what love needs me to be, the best version YOU see. In every thought, love wants to be apart, not just an afterthought. Hence, every stage of life, love’s utterance, my spoken word. My poetic sense, not a linguistic pretense. In stillness of soul, through an open heart, love speaks for me!

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Total Eclipse of the Heart!

Worlds apart, the coming together, love’s close encounter. Two souls aligned, one in heart and soul, an encounter of a different kind. The breadth therein, an eclipse of the heart, divine love in its totality. Time, and space are eclipsed, the heart encountering how a day in love’s gravity, seems like a thousand years. And, a thousand years influenced by its spare, seeming just a day in its fullness. There’s nothing, love’s gravitational allure won’t eclipse. Perception, through the lens of the heart, eclipses what’s seen, within the naked eye’s peripheral. Eyes opened bright, lets in love’s light, becoming a beautiful sight, an eclipse of the heart. The sun, moon, and stars, captivating as they are, they can’t outshine, love’s celestial charm. Lying, like a child in the arms of love, dreams never die, wonders never cease… to be amazing. Love making it become, a total eclipse of the heart!

Every now and then, it’s a struggle, listening to the sound of your tears. And though, life says, the best years have gone, yawn and say to your soul; good morning sunshine. Yes, every now and then, our soul gets a bit restless. Every now and then, we feel a bit helpless. Every now and then, we get a bit angry. Every now and then, heart and mind are at odds, but, turn around; in stillness of soul, the voice of love whispers. When, a shadow is seen, it’s not only a shadow of you, but a reflection of the light within you. Even now and then, our light seems but a flicker, a light nevertheless. The concept of love, withstands. Regardless of heartache, despite heartbreak, love tugs the heartstrings. Whatever the soul faces, the heart’s resilience will eclipse. Every heart has its moment, every soul birthed with its own light, but, somewhere past childhood, the light begins to dim, if the heart’s not protected. Even, in those moments, love enters the darkness, to energize our love. Making our light once again become, a total eclipse of the heart!

Since, it seems like the whole world is talking, about today’s solar eclipse. I don’t get excited, about these kinds of things. This is how I see, love in a heart eclipsing moments. This piece was also inspired in part, by Bonnie Tyler’s well known song from the 80’s; total eclipse of the heart!

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By Design; Love’s Colorful Display!

Justinea Angelina Richards

The beauty of her, a mosaic portrait of her love. Her strength, displayed within every breath she exhaled. Her worth, the jewel, reflecting her heart of hearts. The fragrance of her love, lingers within the breadth of her presence. Her heart, a divine work of art, a colorful display; texturized by the artistry of her soul. The essence of her being, forever will be; an angelic portrayal of… her!

His and Hers

Love, pure as a beautiful flower, lets its divine beauty be. It’s lavender fragrance, the nuances of its essence. A colorful display, of its deep crimson hue. A heart that ceases to grow, love stagnant in its growth. It doesn’t matter, how often love seems to bloom. Without a fertile environment, constant light, the heart being watered. The love is surely destined, to wither!

* Another one of my by design share. The first, a picture of my late daughter, which I made into a texturized portrait. The second, a fabric flower my wife made some years ago, for her sister’s 50th birthday party. The leaves and the center piece, about half a dozen of them were cut out by hand, glued and stitched together, long with a bunch of other things she made. It may look small, but it’s about 12-15 inches in diameter. I took a picture of it, and incorporated it into this design. Hope you enjoy it!

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