Present to Receive

Sometimes it's a choice and other times, it's what you are given
In either case, be happy you are present to receive

Doors of Doubt ~ On Your Way Out

The minute you allow self doubt to creep in, accomplishment stalls
as fear builds and confidence falters
the more you start to question yourself.
As doubt grows,
the door opens
but it does not open for you to gain access
it opens for another to enter.
If they are courteous, they will hold the door for you
but be careful of the false genteel.
It is he, who holds the door ajar
only to let you out
then swiftly,
closes the door behind you.

Regardless of whether it is shut softly or slammed,
what appears to be a respectful gesture
is merely a mask for a selfish slap
that is sure to hit you, on your way out

Static Pause

How often have you spent hours waiting for something, only to be ultimately disappointed with the end result.  The comment, "That was a waste of time", dribbles off your tongue and you leave your post in disgust, feeling wasted and disgruntled.  Conversely,  if you find yourself saying, "That was time well spent", you are thrilled and enthusiastic, ecstatic that you remained true to the task.

Waiting is a pendulous advent where we choose to leave our lives in suspension. Whether by our own accord or an outside directive, we agree to defer and only after our willingness to halt action concludes, do we know if our time was well spent.

The act of static pause, is a game of unknown value until it is history...

Mind's Eye

The mind's eye is only as sharp as it is open
unveil the top and drink it all in,

discarding all that detracts from the journey

Sometimes you have to go outside the lines to make the picture pop
so be sure to go beyond the boundaries on occasion

The thought you neglect
 could be the next stroke of genius

imagination is only as broad as you're willing to reach

Vintage Verse

Conversation is a free commodity, approved for use by everyone.  The act involves the exchange of dialect, ideally with varietals in substance, inflection, and guise.  Some are more generous with their vernacular while others fair on the stingy side. Additionally, some age gracefully into their verse and it becomes a more predominant presence in their lives.  Others struggle with  a weaker vintage, lacking in consistency and strength, but the worst is when you come across a magnum propagated from sour grapes.  There is no pleasure to be found in a bad batch, best to let them stew in their own juices.

Sour Lemons

When life gives you lemons,

brave the sour

and suck it up!

Birds Fly

There's a lot of good stuff in here, if I could just find it. Sound familiar???
Well, maybe not in the same context, but, many a night when I sit down to write, this is what goes through my mind.  Sometimes, I have the topic all ready to go.  It's generally something that happens during the day, whether it is a discussion, an event, or just an awakening, I have a basis for my blog.  Other nights, like tonight, I have to dig deep, really, really deep, to unearth the reveal.
There are an amazing array of ideas that flit through my mind throughout the day and most often they storm when I'm sleeping.  Often, I awake to write them down, but lately I've just been, too damn tired.  As I roll over and snooze away, I know I've just let the bird fly.  Sometimes they come back and sometimes they don't, it's a risk I've grown familiar with, and of late, the bird is long gone.  So I am left to sit, with keyboard at the ready, and just improvise.
Much of what I write is undeveloped and I have to put it back in the incubator to grow. When I'm struggling to write, I'll go back to my drafts to see if I can nurture them, feed them and kick them out of the nest.  Right now I have an estate of a nest. No one's ready to fly the coop and I'm putting on an expansive addition.
As I allow my revelations to swirl about, I am thankful that I have a mind that is creative enough to stir up a theme with little more than two words.  Tonight I saw a bird fly and this is what he brought me.