I hear her in the silence...

Tomorrow is coming faster than expected, as if the future were never somewhere else, but all along part of the fabric of my every present, merely untwining itself again and again into a new distinction that could never truly be new. So I start now to move on not forgetting, but taking the memories with me in my heart and in ink. It's the only way I can somehow hold onto them. Or at least slow down enough every other day to remind myself that I am still here. Somehow the leaf has fallen and it's time for a new one to grow before I let my life live me to death.

Endless pictures of a life that isn't mine...

Each wave that rolls onto the shore has to release back to the ocean. I am the same. Each wave of action I take must release back to the peace within me. I get the most stressed when I resist this natural process. If anything is evident, is that I need a break. Denying it, isn't doing me any good. I need to let myself go and settle with the notion that sometimes, the best thing to do, is absolutely nothing.

He is not a victim of circumstance, situation, nor any external condition of life. He is an active participant in the creation of his reality. He is actively participating in the creation of what he thinks, what he feels, what he spends his time on, who he spends his time with, what he consumes mentally and physically, and all the blessings and contrastive experiences that come his way. Every effect has a cause and every cause has an effect, all of which include him because it is his life to live, his life to use, and his life to throw away.

Loving you like that...