Compassion towards the self is a critically necessary part of self acceptance and acknowledgement through self-expression, channeling and releasing emotions constructively.
A note in gratitude to the self.
Every me that lived and loved Every me that lost and gained Every me that helped & healed Every me that fumbled & failed Every me that connected & cared Every me that was tried & tested Every me that trusted & trained Every me that learned & learns Every me in every movement Every me of my past to present I love with all my heart In compassion & kindness. I am grateful to all of me Of the past present & future being all that was,is, and will be.
It’s a conscious choice to write more, yet streamline my work.
So you may find me posting erratically every once in a while. Although I continue to write every day as I have for the past couple of years .
I simply started to switch to writing on paper, and I shall post one here regularly, but perhaps not every day. I sense great joy in picking up a pen and writing. It connects me up wires my hand brain coordination a little more than tapping on digital keys.
I already find myself relaxing into it as now I can write anywhere anytime with or without internet . This is simplifying as much as satisfying to me.
To talk about the day I first picked up the pen to write, I wrote a few words and found how strange it felt to be actually inking on paper after so long . It was a missing action piece in my work. Typing is not the same thing. It takes away the flow of continuous touch of the pen on paper.
Although I have written every day digitally over these years. I realise how important it is to never lose touch with writing by hand.
Writing digitally may be faster but fine muscle coordination and postural stability improve when you write with a pen.Something I want to work on again…
The simple joys of flowing with a pen and looking at your work right before you, a tangible piece that connects you with yourself in the touch. It’s hard to replace.
My writing, which seemed erratic at first due to lack of practice, has seen much improvement. Hope this art is not forgotten by other writers.
A point of reflection:
When was the last time you took time to write with a pen on a page ?
As I explore I discover As I perceive I sense As I pray I ease As I seek I find As I write I express As I sing I channel As I dance I heal As I read I learn I am eternally grateful For all these learnings That happen, all in good time.
An unrealized dream An unexplored adventure A challenging adversity A twist of fortune An unexpected detour An unwanted influence An undervalued feeling A undermined self-esteem A slew of slights A spate of illness A foreboding feeling An unfinished business An unforgivable mistake An unfortunate moment All may seem reason enough But the reality is these are excuses Remind your life happens. Time is moving its course Buck up and reset your path For you know in your heart You are enough for you.
Across this desert of life There is a mountain that beckons you. That emits calm. It invites you into its fold Although the path is treacherous and tricky You will lead yourself to it For in its wake, the light of soul blooms Your spirit awakens And your body regenerates. As you reach its pinnacle You look onwards and upwards You see the light of a thousand stars Shining on you, their cosmic lights
There is nothingness And yet everything-ness. A feeling of calm and composure Envelopes you in its presence That soothes your soul. The air filled with an ambient pure fragrance Of the mystical flowers as you sense it in resonance. Healing you And empowering you,
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