Thank You..Whoever You Are!

I always write for me.

To clear my head, make room for thinking, and to find an inner peace within myself. 

I don't have much of a following, and I really never keep track.

Although I must admit it is really nice to get comments from others.  

Every once in awhile a comment sticks with you, makes your day, makes you smile from ear to ear, and makes you happy that you decided to put yourself out there like this...on a medium that is so unpredictable.  

Anonymous ~ you have done this for me.  

Thank you making me feel not so alone in the world.

Thank you for commenting...and thank you for reading my words.  

I appreciate it more than you know.

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This is how I feel today.  

Alone, and hanging from a single thread.  

Not sure if I will fall at any moment.

And if I do fall will I crash down or land gently in the soft grass.  

So here I am hanging in limbo.

Not sure what will happen.

"if not you, who?  If not now, when?"  

(thanks Jen)

IT!

Here we are.  

Living it, going through it, ignoring it.  

We are hiding from it, coming up with excuses,

and not really wanted to face it.

However we must break it. 

We must see it for what it really is.  

Embrace it!

It is hard to do.  

Hard to face it.  

But we can do it.  

Set it free. 

Let it fly.

You will fly to.  

"Kind speech has the power to turn the destiny of a nation"

~Momma Zen

Organizing

I am good at organizing.  

Constantly moving things around to find there perfect position on the shelf.

Here, no...here maybe.

Up, down, back and forth.

Constantly moving, constantly changing.

I never give anything a chance to simply just be.

To be what it is, to be where it is.

I don't stop to appreciate what is around me.

I don't stop to appreciate the moment.

I have to move it around, switch it up, give it a new place, a new home.

What would happen if I just accepted it as it is.

Whatever it was?

To simply just let them be, in whatever form they are in.

I think I am going to give it a try.  

Don't You Remember What Your Mother Taught You?

I never gave much thought to it.

I always felt it was wrong trying to push "our" ways, "our" beliefs onto individuals who have a different way of thinking.  

Just because we do something does not make it right.

Didn't your Mom teach you that growing up?  

But we persist.  

Pushing and pushing, bullying them on.  

Waving guns in their faces and killing them if they don't cooperate.

But don't you remember what your Mom said growing up?  

Treat others how you want to be treated.

We were taught to fight for what we believe in.  

Do we really believe in this?

Why should they give in to "us?'

Who do we think we are anyway?

We are sacrificing our own; 

4,000 of our own and for what?

Tell me, for what?  I do not understand.

Our sons, daughters, friends, husbands, wives, brothers, sisters, true loves, going off and never returning.  

How do we even believe this is ok?

Not everyone think's the way we do, not everyone has to.  

Didn't your Mom teach you individuality?

Growing up, growing into your own person.  

Not following the crowd.

Why do we not allow them to be who they are?

Why are we so corrupt?

I do not follow it.  I do not really know all the details.  

I am not even sure I want to.  It saddens my heart, makes me want to cry, and makes me think of all the lessons we forgot that our Mothers taught us.