The sunlight beckoned me to rise.
Its rays finding their way to the edges of the bedroom curtain.
I had a choice:
Do I ignore the desire to rise and greet the day?
Do I put on my eye mask and blackout its glorious shining light?
The days grow longer and slightly warmer.
These early hours can be squandered or conquered.
It could be my own secret,
quiet time before everyone else is up.
The stomach grumbles ready for breakfast.
The pull is too strong to ignore.
I sit up and stretch like I haven’t in a year.
I feel good, like my old (younger?) self.
That’s it. It’s decided.
I am the master of this sunny day.
So I write.
Tag: write
Seen and Heard
In the subtle quiet moments of solitude
There is time to pause and examine
The obscure thoughts that enter my mind.
My heart finds a steady rhythm,
A glowing jewel that is the ultimate dance of life.
I write and reflect on the obscure and profound,
What is deeply personal to me
On any particular day.
I reconnect to that child,
Who may have hidden parts of herself
That society deemed inappropriate
Only to emerge onto the page,
Uncensured, for my eyes only.
I understand there are risks
For living an examined life.
The appropriate societal norms
Are under the magnifying glass.
And I can truly see them for the first time.
I am encouraged, not disheartened.
Change and growth is always possible.
Even my own beliefs and values have changed
And evolved into a reflection of my adult life.
I am inspired, not recoiled
As I try my best to stay mindful.
I am seen and heard,
If only through my own eyes and ears.
It is enough.
It is what truly matters.
Healing Insights 