#choice #chance #change
There is always the #fear of the unknown. Everything that exists today is a result of someone making a choice to take a chance and oh so much has changed!!!
Every unsuccessful attempt at anything teaches you how to do it better the next time. Life's recipe is not set in stone, tweak here, a tweak there can change something from sour to sweet.
What your heart #desires is waiting for you, be diligent, be passionate, be your own change agent.
(C) Soulmuze 2017
Photo credit: Google images #Soulmuze #Soulspiration.
Folks say I gotchu but ya know they blowin’ smoke
Their words are nuffin’ but farts in the wind, must think u a joke
Leave dem whey dey at
Keep makin’ ya moves, let em think ya a fool
As da universe link ya wid a new support crew
2:22 Only one copy was pressed on Vinyl… but it fell and broke… 😂
Don’t be disappointed when you are not supported by those you expected to support you or you have always supported.
It’s just life’s way of switching you to another path on your tree of life; preparing to change your circle… sometimes #people are #tapped out when it comes to you, vice-versa.
#Embrace it, #welcome it, be #glad in it!
“To #live requires #growth, to grow requires change. Once growth stops #death is present.” (Soulmuze)
(c) Soulmuze 2017
“Time heals all wounds.”
Time… How much of it do we truly have? Wounds heal yet leave a scar to remind us of our injury. So how do we forgive for our scars never truly let us forget? As i think about all the jumbled pain I feel in an effort to find ways of reconciliation I come back to how much more time will I need to heal?
“We never know the day or the hour”
At this rate “When my roll is called up yonder” I will be transitioning with unforgiveness in my heart. Just the thought of that makes me a little more depressed. Many people could care less about letting go of anger, pain and heartbreak. For them it is all part of life, yes this is true, but do we want those things to become part of our death?
Holding on to these negative feelings kills a piece of you every day. The snowball rolls increasing in size and the more it grows so does the bitterness and disillusionment of ‘how wonderful life can be.’ It chips away at the possibility of fulfilling dreams in this life… To the best of our knowledge THIS is all we have.
“So you live, so you die..”
I don’t want to take the weight of unforgiveness anywhere, do you? How can we be pulled up into the rapture if our hearts are heavy? How can our spiritual souls travel the astral plains with weighted ankles?
“The longest Psalm has amen…”
We all have differing spiritual beliefs, despite those differences we share the common ground of wanting/needing to remove the weight of emotional pain. If we had the power to turn back time it would be to do things differently so we can release pain and increase love… Love ourselves, a person, a passion.
Time is not limitless, it’s precious and we waste so much of it…. So how do we begin to heal…
The journey of healing and releasing those weights will take on different forms: prayer, meditation, exercise, charity work, music, writing, traveling, speaking … It’s all about replacement. Whatever medium you choose never choose the path of indifference or self -destruction.
When you become indifferent there are no feelings left and you become even more hardened to the world. Those ankle weights rise up weighing down your calves, knees, thighs… You become firmly set, like cement, and you have given power to the darkness.
That darkness fuels your self-destruction… Covering those weights with drugs, alcohol, wanton behaviors that often end up leading to self-assisted death. Pain so deep that the strength to heal is overpowered by the desire to die. You take temporary solace in self-destructive behavior to quiet the voices in your head that remind you of pain and raise the voices of darkness that convince you to eliminate pain by repeating acts of self-destruction. Then one day the voices are no more, you are no more. Did it fix your problem or just extend the cycle of pain to the loved ones you have left grieving, wondering how could I have helped? Why didn’t I listen more, see more…?
“Life is filled with pain and disappointment.”
Oh yes it is, for some more than others. One thing that holds true once you work through the pain and disappointment you can find renewed strength. You can be a voice to others, the ears to listen, the arms to hug, the hope for someone else.
What you needed you can now offer to someone else. When you become an anchor for another they will become an anchor for you.
Back to the beginning…is it that time heals wounds? I guess that’s a personal assessment. the desire to heal starts within oneself and we must reach out to others so we will not rot within.
For me… My replacements are in motion and if they fail I will find better ones. I have no time to waste on people or things in which we don’t share a mutual level of value.
© Soulmuze 2015
#blacklivesmatter #livesmatter
Black is nothing more to you than the absence of light
Does the color of my skin make me a sin?
Does the texture of my hair determine whether or not you should care?
The whip marks from the backs of slaves transformed to tear streaked faces.
Confusion and question on why are there different rules for different races.
Jury of our peers what does that mean?
As I watch what has become a legal execution scene.
Maybe the laws of this land I just don’t understand.
How you can walk away when I saw you just kill a man?
Was your life in danger? Shhh, I must be silent, I must not question.
For on me you may turn your weapon.
Who fired the shot that started and ended it all?
Is death of the perpetrator always the final call?
Split second decisions are not easy to make.
But it always seems to end with a life you must take.
Was there ever a time when you shot to incapacitate?
Does a badge and weapon seal death as our fate?
Even to you my voice has no worth.
You started my journey 6 feet into the earth.
“I can’t breathe” you all heard me say.
Yet I was snuffed out anyway.
Instead of Miranda maybe you should just read my last rites.
Since black is nothing more to you than the absence of light…
© Soulmuze 2014
She is still becoming despite her 40+ years.
She is still becoming for she has yet to face all her fears.
She is still becoming trying to fill the gaps in her heart.
She is still becoming waiting for her brand new start.
She is still becoming despite the darkness of her pain
She believes she will find herself again
She understands what she must leave behind
She is eager to see what’s new and will stand in line
She recognizes she had to fall so that she could stand
She recognizes that for her, God has His own plan
She knows patience is a virtue and she must stand tall
She also knows that she must be prepared to answer the call
She is slowly opening her eyes so that she may see
She knows that blindness kept her from accepting reality
She is not allowing others to taint her view
She is removing the tinted glasses and letting the real colors shine through
She will become more than anyone expected her to be
She is becoming amazing and free
She is becoming more creative in her spirit
She is becoming stronger in her fight
She is not a phoenix, for she never allowed herself to become anyone’s ash
She became a warrior, a tribal leader, a ninja, a mighty power who can be brash
She is still becoming for her evolution has no end
Becoming, becoming, becoming so much more than the eye can see
She is becoming
She is me.
For those who have fought the wars of love and won and for those still fighting.
© 2014 Soulmuze, Photo Credits Albert Blackman, Jr. of AlBJ Photography
Today I asked myself for a status update, sometimes you need to “check yourself.”
The question of the day was: “Did I stick to my promise of “transition”?” You see I stopped using the word “change.” Why? I realized my mind translates “change” as dramatic upheavals, go hard or go home… Now I know that change can be gradual or drastic yet as an extremist I process it (for myself) solely as drastic.
In order to keep myself at a manageable level, I go with “transition.” My mind recognizes this as a metamorphosis over time which will yield me lasting results. So today was time for a self-assessment of the last eight months. My transitions are not based on long forgotten New Year’s Eve promises; they are things that solely depend on me, for me, decided by me… All about me!
It’s important for me to be better so that those who depend on me, look to me or come to me can benefit from the optimal version of me at that point on time.
We often worry about pleasing, caring, and satisfying everyone else before we take care of ourselves. My transition is not selfish in nature as I believe that I was not birthed for selfish gain but to be a gift and a blessing to those who cross my path and whose path I cross.
“Did I stick to my promise of “transition”?” … Absolutely!
As I see myself today I am successful in my transitions even those that I view as a temporary failure. Yes failure is a temporary state of being as long as you resolve to learn from it, modify your approach and try again.
The things I set to gradually modify have removed a cloud to allow more light in my life. It has also allowed me to share that light with others who are open to receive it, bringing them into the fold of “transition.”
As I gradually increase altitude I followed the instructions whispered to me by those who paved the road before me. “Put on my armor first, whether it’s a life vest or oxygen mask. Open the life raft first for you cannot save others if you are struggling to save yourself.”
The concept of me first is not that of selfishness. It is more of laying the foundation to be strong enough to hold up the rest. When the rest is stronger they are added to the foundation. Now the transition is flipping the ‘m’ in me to become the ‘w’ in we.
However you play with words whether it is “change” or “transition” it’s something that’s evident and relevant for everyday living. Take the lead in bettering yourself and others.
© Soulmuze 2013
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