Mindfully Blooming

  'And you held my lifeless frame.'   Taylor Swift ~ Because I don't want to talk about it, Because it hurts too much, The instant shock, the crumbling of us. Because I think about how things could've been If you'd agreed to hold my hand; To hold my frame for eternity's sand. How much deeper our sacred connection could've been, How we wouldn't have shed aching tears,  How our shaking frames would've shook of pleasure, Not numbing, freezing pain.  The future I thought we'd have in the tomorrow of us Crumbled in the blink of my waterfall eye. How things changed, how dreams faded away, how hearts did break. Life teaches us, love helps us grow,  The pain, the crumbling, the rebirth,  all hold a purpose in our soul's growth.  One day you wake up, you clearly see How light is illuminating the corners  of your soul's aching beats; You smile, you instinctively know You will be more than fine,  You'll soar and evolve; The crumbled debris of yo...

  I love you, I know The mesmerising look of your  Deep eyes, your warm soul. I love you, I know How you love me With your heart as a whole.  The blissful time spent,  The laughing in your bed,  Each warm embrace   A symbol of our intertwined flesh.  A frozen picture in my mind, How lovingly you held me that time, How you cried with me How we smiled, how we hugged. The crumbling of what was,  The undeniable shifting of us,  The rebuilding after the collapse;  Longing clarity on the new us,  Trusting though it’ll all work out.

  “In any given moment we have two options:  to step forward into growth or back into safety.”  Abraham Maslow ~ Tempting. Alluring. It is misleadingly simple to stay grounded in that zone of comfort and routine; to get out of bed knowing that what I am doing is something I’ve done for a long time and it’s familiar can be dangerously overpowering. And yet, I’ve reached a stage when I’ve realised it no longer fills my cup; it is not easy, rather painful to accept the fact that with each passing day my soul crumbles and reduces itself to a desperate call for something new, something that will help me feel alive and aligned. As the sun rises with the ticking tock of a determined clock and the moon dazzles me bright in the wise night sky with its certain truth, I am fully aware of the decisions I am committing to; the desire to break free from a draining, soul-consuming rhythm in my work life that, although rewarding and enjoyable at times, does no longer align with the rhyth...