Saturday 3 July 2021
I am just going to sit here.
For now.
In the process of transitioning between the two worlds, the green in the garden, the blue sky, the sun, the fragrance from the pink flowers next door with a name that fails me, the beautiful sandy beaches framed by the distinct hills in the background. Allowing that moment of recognising that it is all the same. Different space but just the same nevertheless.
The transition process is all within, together with the longing, only for special happy memories to remain.
Fading fast are painful dark un-welcomed moments that have reached the sell by date of dissecting and regurgitating. It is firmly placed on the shelf together with all the other less desirable moments with a note saying, ‘Do not open’ the work is done.
The transition of stages in ones life requiere to move in the natural phase leaving space for healing to take place utterly and completely. Cry when we have to, scream if desired, allowing oneself to feel the pain, in order to be fully ready for the next chapter to be written.
The chapter that I am the author of.
To be willing to accept responsibility for ones own life and action. The less favourable decisions will teach whilst the more desirable decisions will allow for beautiful fragrant blooming. All in all, it is part of the process to mould into the person that we are meant to be. After all, the pain caused by people is also healed by people.
I make the bed, it is bumpy and uncomfortable. Whether I want to sleep in it or not depends on how much I respect and love myself. it is distinctly possible to stay too long allowing oneself to settle for situations that are not favourable. The trick is to know when.
Now for the first page in the next chapter. I haven't figured that bit out yet, the reflection to formulate the preface is first to be had. To recognise that most importantly I am holding the pen. I am the author, willing to listen to the ancestors, the universe and the maker of it all.
Staying present in this moment.