Soaring through the night sky, adrift in her dreams, the seeker remembered. Childhood memories filled with laughter and joy; fond moments of quiet tenderness and being together. This is what supported her during her quest. Those loving, piercingly sweet memories sustained her when she felt alone and lost in her thoughts. Her desire to build new memories fueled her drive towards the future.
His need to possess her consumed him. He hated sharing her time, her attention, her love with others. His emotions were topsy-turvy; he felt as though they were drowning him. The only thing that let him breathe was being with her. Her very presence soothed his heart; calmed his soul. He must make sure she belonged to him, and him alone. No one else must distract her attention from him.
She celebrates! The melancholy, sadness and loss are behind her now. She is finally able to express her joy, to embrace her bliss. Her mind is filled with new ideas new energy, new inspiration. They run rampant across her imagination.
The potential awaits activation. The endless possibilities excite and tickle her spirit but she was unable to see it until she released her grief.
What happened? Where did it all go wrong? He had been confident that by now he’d be reaping the benefits of his plans and policies; being recognized for his successful, prosperous rule. Instead, things were in chaos.
Instead of growth and prosperity, there was resentment and upheaval. He was accused of not caring, being an arrogant tyrant; a bully. How could they not recognize his strengths? Why didn’t they appreciate his genius?
Her melancholy poured from her instrument. Her sadness shadowed her like a cloak. Although she was doing what she loved it was overshadowed by regret. She could have been doing this so much sooner if only she hadn’t let her own inner demons and the negative comments of others deter her; undermine her confidence; hold her prisoner; worm their way into her brain.
She paused for a second, shaking off those negative thoughts. That was all in the past now. she was moving forward and needed to focus on her future; no longer shackled to the past. She had found bliss and planned to treasure it.
She looked at the man, surrounded and exhausted; his energy waning and yet still he had hope. His heart still yearned and his fire remained unquenched. He still offered her his heart.
It was time to let him in, to lower her defenses and see where this partnership could take them. They were strong willed, fiery, passionate people. It might not be an easy journey but it would certainly be exciting!
It is time! Enough energy was spent in the planning stages; now it’s time to move forward, to get this show on the road. The inspiration for this kept you up nights, running through your thoughts like an out of control herd of mustangs. Harness that untamed energy, that wild spirit! Let that creative drive work for you.
She sat alone in the dark trying to connect with her dreams, saddened to realize they were lost. Instead of soaring high supported by exciting ideas and intriguing thoughts, her head was filled with to do lists, meetings and schedules. She was in a position of authority but felt stultified, stagnant. Her spark, her inspiration, her passion for what she did had been doused beneath the mantle of obligation and responsibility.
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Lost! I feel lost. I can’t find my path; can’t figure out which direction to move. My monkey mind is chattering so loudly I can’t hear anything else; can’t focus on anything else! My energy is gone, my creativity is for shit. What the Hell happened to me?!!
I was once the star, the energetic, opinionated one. I inspired a bit of admiration and envy in others. Now I can’t be bothered to change out of my pajamas most days. I’ve tried nothing and i’!m all out of ideas. Shit! I hate feeling this way!
Whew! Glad I got that out. I can feel the fires still burning. They’re banked right now but ready to flare to life if given the opportunity. Maybe once I can harness my mind, shut that damned monkey mind up, I’ll be able to plot a new course.
She crackles with energy but can’t channel it. Her inspiration has flown leaving her feeling at loose ends. She has drive and energy and passion but it’s blocked, stifled, dimmed. It’s as if her pilot light has gone out and she can’t reignite it.
She needs a project, an outlet for her creative fire. Her energy isn’t scattered, just unfocused. Once she finds a way to express her fire, an amazing creative force will be unleashed. Or maybe she needs to get laid?