Your destiny is immutable.
You and I see the moon and beyond,
the glistening stars that say,
the universe is yours,
the challenge for tomorrow,
is the destiny within,
that is awaiting,
a clarity that bespeaks a yearning for a greater future,
a shining light for all to see.
That shining light is hope,
for without this spark,
there is no tomorrow.
This poem is dedicated
Updated 04-24-2017 at 09:06 PM by aus2020
Originally Posted by BranchMonkey I fell in love, like, loyalty toward one: Been together 29 years, now. He was immature, "look at me!" when he was younger--before I met him, and he admits that I got him to "go deep" because I would not accept less.
He can still annoy me; I mean he "does" annoy me when he's so chipper and optimistic in spite of being through the exact same thing again and again and again, and it turns out unexpected or as I expected.
He used to be a real
Originally Posted by BranchMonkey I look, and more importantly, feel a heck of a lot better with really short hair. Also, the Yoga Room is done. I took out the tee vee--I'll use the Yoga instruction binder I put together instead of the DVD which I often don't follow, anyway.
I added short curtains. I prefer bamboo blinds--had those most of my life, but I can't afford them now, so the curtains will work. The room is neat, clean, ready...
The obstacles are what's in my mind, and some neighbors who I
Updated Yesterday at 03:35 PM by BranchMonkey
Originally Posted by Baf I think I am too harmless. I like to think of myself that I'm the good person, the one on the moral highground so to speak while I'm blind to the wrongdoings I perpetrate. If you are harmless, you aren't good, you just can't do anything. You're not capable of being "bad". Wow, that really sounds blunt, but stream of consciousness...
Carl Jung wrote a lot about ones shadow - the dark part of oneself. It is a horrifying place to visit and it is challenging and dangerous, but
Originally Posted by BranchMonkey One of those see-saw days I get:
Started out getting up right after I swallowed my medication (surprising, good); then while sitting down after making tea I noticed I felt weepy, sad, tried to come up with reasons.
When the medication kicked in the weepiness and sadness went away.
My husband came home from church and when I told him how I had felt, I started crying a little.
Also, I ranted some about being in so much pain, broke, fed
Updated 04-24-2017 at 02:20 PM by BranchMonkey