on most days
quiet consumption
will suffice
on other days
being devoured
with ravenous glee
is the only way to be sated
a look
a caress
a slight smile
being
loved
loudly
being
possessed
fully
filled
always
in all ways
you are mine
i am yours
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Life is truly about ebbing and flowing; ups and downs; giving and taking. But if we are not careful, if we do not take good care of ourselves we can end up flailing about, constantly searching for our buoyancy. And of course, when we flail, we run the risk of grabbing for anything in search of salvation.
And it’s funny how it happens, we roll right along, doing the ten million things we do. Working, listening, giving, creating … constantly pouring out. All the while, not noticing our own meter. Not noticing that we are not being poured into.
Take parenting for instance. Although I haven’t done the official math on it, I believe that 100% of the time, parents will only receive about a 10% return on “parental investment”. Our children love us, but simply do not care about how much we do to, with and for them. We can bake five thousand cookies the night before a bake sale because a teacher sent a last-minute note in desperate need. We do it for the love of our children, for the support of teachers whom we also love. In return, we may/possibly/not likely receive a pre-typed thank you note in return.
Anyway, you get my meaning on that. I am not delusional enough to think that there is ever a point at which we receive in the same measure what we give. And although the numbers will differ, every aspect of our lives have a measure of input-output which should ultimately balance out.
Confession. I have a terrible problem of monitoring my meter. Whenever I commit to something, I really commit. I’m not a perfectionist but I do place a high expectation on myself to create the best thing or love honestly and without hesitation.
I also have a terrible problem of not demanding that which I pour. And because of this, I at times find myself at points of near-emptiness. All while simultaneously being filled with tears and longing. Filled with a desire to be poured into. Filled with a longing to be loved honestly and without hesitation.
It’s amazing just how much space absence can take up.
Thankfully though, I understand the importance of self-care, of saying no to other people and things. Of saying yes to myself. For now, this is enough to allow me the space to continue to grow stronger in voicing my needs with the full expectation of being poured into …
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Wanted a drink,
made it a double
accidentally.
Now,
feeling fine,
purposely.
Copyright © 2014 Tamika Brown and TheFynePrynt.com
When it is turned on it’s side and spilling over rushing towards the edge ready to slide down; it’s warmth speeding forward covering everything in it’s path and pooling effortlessly together, right, before …. it falls.
Will you be there? Will you be ready?
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Image: rokuth
As we dress it up, add color, remove stains; the past takes on a peculiar beauty. It is still as the eye of the beholder would see it but if shown to others it would not be recognized as actuality.
Perhaps this is what is happening to YOU, about me.
I AM me today. And although I was me yesterday, and days and years past, it is not the SAME me as today.
Denying a person’s PRESENT truth is perhaps the best way to let them know that you do not care. Thinking of THEN, layering it on NOW for the benefit of your beautiful dream serves good to no one.
Being unwilling to make today ABOUT today is evidence that perhaps the PAST is all that you deserve TODAY.
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The desire to be wrapped up {in love}.
The desire to not get knocked down {by love}.
The desire to be brilliant {at love}.
Even when there is no guarantee {of love}.
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Image: deviantART
It’s so impressive how busy-ness can so swiftly and succinctly take you off course. After a “busy” week I’ve realized that four days have passed without a single post! {the horror!}
And it’s not just that I haven’t posted but I only *finished* two creative “thoughts” in seven days! It’s interesting to undertake this personal challenge of writing here every day because I realize just how easy it really is to set aside personal pursuits for necessary ones.
This dis-pursuit brings all those self-help and how-to pieces into greater perspective though. Notions such as time wasters; creating and committing to priorities; and setting aside time to follow through are all necessary to being {or becoming} successful.
I will do better!
And so ends today’s random thought-burst.
Copyright © 2014 Tamika Brown and TheFynePrynt.com.
How can we continue to let time create this space that is defining us and aging us, chipping apart the timelessness of what we both felt we had found that day?
What has happened to the restlessness of those two spirits once lost, colliding into one another and praising the moment at which they had been found again?
How is it possible that the thing that searched out and heartened to and and bade longingly for just one chance be fading into darkness?
Can it be true or even possible that a thing so solid, under pressure, be reduced to particles floating through air landing dustily in areas unknown?
Is it so easy to lay down the flames once carried, even while knowing that everything they touch will burn away into nothingness?
Will we wake from hopes and dreams and wishes then realize that what was between us, what we once thought was forever, is actually no more?
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Photo: @ThaFynePrynt
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