I have come to accept the feeling of not knowing where I am going. And I have trained myself to love it. Because it is only when we are suspended in mid-air with no landing in sight, that we force our wings to unravel and alas begin our flight. And as we fly, we still may not know where we are going to. But the miracle is in the unfolding of the wings. You may not know where you’re going, but you know that so long as you spread your wings, the winds will carry you.
Donavon has always been the quiet and stand off(ish) kid in the neighborhood. When he was a few months into his fourth year, his parents took him to a specialized doctor, in hopes of ” finding a cure.” Don’t misunderstand, they’ve always dearly loved and accepted their precious boy, though predisposed to a lifetime of teasing, mockery, and bullying. They just decided to try harder; to help Donny feel a bit more ” normal”.
He had selective mutism. There’s situations when he simply can not speak, though (without awareness of his condition) it could bring serious consequences.
Now, aged five years, Donny has adapted to his new normal. He has a few buddies, goes fishing and hiking, creates art from Arizona’s famous red dirt. His most favorite pastime is exploring. There’s many overgrown areas of the west that history left behind. Covina, his best friend, would read to him, the old books and newspapers they’d find in the dilapidated saloon.
On a particular windy and overcast Thursday, the boys were trucking down the dusty path, as they did every day. They were discussing the idea of dissecting a frog, without omitting any possible disgusting detail. In the middle of a sentence, Covina heard a sudden, yet brief, shuffle in the brushes. It was to obvious to have been a small creature. On the other hand, there aren’t other humans around this part of the path either.
Curiosity won that brief moment; and the two boys changed course. Initially, the shuffle sounded as if in arms length. Had it been a creature, such could have effortlessly reached out and bit one of them. With no such luck; however, they searched and searched for what it is they heard. Nothing!
Suddenly, roughly forty yards to the west, they heard it again. The boys wasted no time scurrying to the left of their searched path and continued for three miles.
The stone path seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. It didn’t look familiar to either of the two; but, that didn’t matter. The path lead right up to an odd, unground, and shabby hobbit house.
Neither of the boys knew this place was here. They’ve never heard any adults talking about it either. Slowly and cautiously, Donny inched closer to the door. He had picked up the thickest stick nearby, and prepared himself for war. There, six inches from the stone wall laid something deep brown and medium in size. He couldn’t tell what it was, so he reached down to pick it up.
Covina slowly made his way over to Donny and stared.
“ How peculiar!” He voiced, starling Donny.
Donny’s facial expression was in agreement.
They walked over to the stone wall and sat. Opening the front cover, they saw a ticket. Train Ticket $7, Destination Unknown it read.
Covina turned the page,
” The train pulled into the station promptly at 7:07 pm…”
He clumped a small section of pages together and flipped to page 24.
” The train pulled into the station promptly at 7:07 pm…”
Again on page 36, 49, 73, and 104. The stories began the same but always ended differently from the journey before. The rest of the night, the two boys sat deep in the seclusion, reliving the tales recorded in this book.
“Maybe we should find this train station????” Covina asked Donavon.
Donny had that look in his eye and said, ” Vamos!”
This is exceptional!! One way ticket to promise and a brighter future. LOVE THIS!!
The line of people along the station platform resembled a lineup of zombies. But these people were not zombies but rather liberated persons from the worst of the camps. Each man and woman carried a water bottle. Some sipped as they waited, most held onto their bottle and looked ahead. It was easy to understand…
— Read on summerstommy.com/2019/08/18/sunday-writing-prompt-train-ticket-liberty/
May your day be of peace, love, happiness, and joy. May you forgive yourself for your mistakes. May you love yourself as you deserve. May you live life fully and love completely!
I’m enjoying these short video blurbs (what a funny word!) 🤗🐿🍂🍃! It makes me more “real” doesn’t it?! I am a real person… And I want to be as transparent add possible with you all.
Sometimes, even the strongest of us get tired. We become weary and discouraged. We become frustrated with life and the endless fight to keep from sinking. We become mentally, emotionally, physically exhausted… To the point where that it’s impossible for us to give anything else. We feel dried up, empty, drained, lifeless, out of fuel, diffused over of which & who we are responsible.
It’s a struggle because so many look up to us. We do our most humanly best to not show such a state of ourselves, but we are human. It’s bound to happen.
What happens then? Where do we find our confidant and support? Where do we go when we’re so lifeless that we don’t have the means to leave the privacy of home, or hell, even our room? What’s available to us when we feel we’ve disappointed everyone who’s depending on us?
What do we do when we feel we’re disappointing ourselves? When we know that our exhaustion is weight that we don’t HAVE to carry.. But really do feel obligated to, so that others may feel free to fly.
For me, right now, I’m going to choose to sleep. It’s the very last thing I want to be doing. It’s the last thing I should be doing. It shouldn’t even be on my agenda for the day, but her words still hurt me…
My sink full of dirty dishes are waiting for me.
My bags full of laundry to put away.
The mopping needs done.
I need to get outside and exercise and spend time with my daughter.
I have work that I could be doing.
Yes, there’s lots I COULD be doing… But, right now, I’m going to sleep.
And despise all in the judgemental realm of our universe.
Imagine taking five plus years, figuring yourself out. The in’s and out ‘s, the flaws and strengths, quirks, talents, nearly every single detail as to who you currently are in this world. Imagine discovering such talents as deepest of humanly possible sensations, and a nerves system that is constantly operating in overdrive, amplified to it’s highest level of function 100% of the time.
Imagine talking with someone, briefly, about a sensitive situation… Such as a breakup. My breakup.. With the man of whom I thought completed me…. Despite the circumstances surrounding the situation… This friend says ” He probably has another girlfriend.”
Then she heard me say I’m really hurt and it’s awful that she wouldn’t consider my feelings first..
And she attacks me with this
Words hurt. If you’re not mature enough to take accountability for yourself, leave me the fuck alone.
Kristian & I are stoked!! We’re beyond ourselves excited because Autumn is a beautiful time of year, and what a better way to fall into the season than with you talented and beautiful people!!
So, the “meeting place” IS WordPress… SPECIFICALLY, A certain post that will be called “Blog Party VIPs”… (which excludes NO ONE)….
This VIP room is password protected! If you think you might have even 5-10 minutes to stop in, PLEASE EMAIL ME dreambeliever2010@outlook.com for the password!! Write ” Password” in the subject line so I don’t miss it.
Fridays, French Fries, & Yay!! What’s not to smile about??!!!
When there’s the rest of life staring you vigorously in your face, and you’ve barely had any coffee… This amazing article will pop in your head, and WHHAALLAAAAA, magically you’re a pixie dust fairy.
Kidding!
This article is super insightful, though; and, I’m sure will prove to be helpful.
When you write something, do you ever feel ANYTHING but neutral when the response to your writing is anything but what you were hoping?
I don’t want to say, and honestly I can say, my writing isn’t for self glory or praise or attention or recognition. I write to free myself of that which is my mind. I blog so I may help others find words they couldn’t before.
Sometimes, though, I’m disappointed. It’s merely from my interpretation of the result, and it’s differentiation from my expectation… still sucks.
Maybe time will change it. Maybe not.
Right now though, my interpretation is all I have … and the responsibility of it is all I want.
If we read the news digitally or at the table, with coffee.
We are NONE of that… because at the end of our time here, we are defined by the quality of our character and kindness of our actions. That’s how we are remembered.
Spin the threads of my thoughts and create the peace my heart desperately needs. Place my mind in the center of all that is rejuvenating and refreshing. Embrace my soul with the sweetest taste of comfort and simply being. Plant in my self the night’s most dedicated angels, to protect me from haunting thoughts and sleepless hours.
Of all these things, I wish for those here on WordPress.
I’m just going to take a brief 3.345632435 mins and be completely UNLIKE myself…
(This is OK! We ALL need to do this periodically! If you judge me, you can fuck off too. K? ok!)
He said shit that made him look like one 42 year old whiny ass bitch. He said shit that clearly labeled me his “option”. He verbalized his belief in Nova’s choice to “walk away”. Among so many other excuses as to why he no longer resides in my life… Or in as much in my heart, as he once did.
So… to that, I say
FUCK YOU for not realizing entitlement isn’t what you have!
My heart is no longer in your hands.
My body isn’t your place to worship.
My lips are not for your pleasure.
My love is no longer available to you.
You can FUCK OFF with your stupid winy shit about past heartaches and all the “effort” you said you put into people who didn’t want to be in your life…. Because Me… I wanted to be there… and you found every reason to place blame on me.
I wanted to take a minute and thank Kristian over at Life Lessons Around The Dinner Table!
Not only has she blessed me with another award (y’all are making me blush!! 😉) but she’s blessed me with her friendship! The greatest gift of true friendships is that they can happen at ANY time & feel like it’s been meant to be before it started. I’ve laughed with and loved this lady for a lifetime, and didn’t know how much till I met her.
Cherish those kinds of friendships, everyone! They’re everything life is about! Thank You Lovely for this Inspiration Award!!
A few others that have inspired me to continue writing, open up about my personal story (my life), and dust myself off when I felt defeated are the following:
Light Motifs: She’s a strong and independent woman & writer. She’s isn’t afraid to be vulnerable and transparent. I admire her real and rawness!
Blog of the Wolf Boy: Mathew is an indescribable character. He’s bold and brave, ready to take on nearly every challenge that I tend to unintentionally send him. LOL He’s super supportive and values feedback. He’s such an inspirational writer.
J.H.Ward Blog: James is another writer that has inspired me to remain here and keep being “me” . He’s right to the point with his writing and rarely hesitates to state what’s on his mind. He’s brave and unapologetic.
Where you going to get that paper to pay the bills.
There is an unlimited amount of choices you make in your lifetime. Some seem really insignificant, but they do matter. All of your choices matter… because they influence your next one. They’re an endless chain of decisions that result in consequences… that create your life.. Your identity!
In 1 of these minutes, in 1 of these days, I’m going to leave this earth. I’m going to breathe my last breath… and I’ll be gone.
Absolute, sudden, irreversible, permanent… Death will leave a blank space where I’ve eaten lunch, attended gatherings, lived, worked, wrote, where I shopped and visited. A void will settle in the lives of those who loved me… then guilt on the hearts of those who did me wrong and surely rejoice from the tongue of those who resent me.
In these living years, though I’ve struggled with some great challenges, I’ve forced myself to grow because of them. I’ve built a great sense of awareness. I’ve developed a deeper understanding of who I am, talents I have, and what I represent.
I’m still ” becoming” the best version of me. There’s no reason to quit… I’m still pulling apart situations and evaluating my behavior, my sensitive emotions, my personality type, my flaws, all the factors that could have munipulationed my behavior…
I do what’s necessary to understand… Especially when the situation is painful… That’s when I’m truest to myself. There’s no filter or veil.
Today, I made a decision, in such a situation. The decision was clear, what needed to happen.
Is it what I wanted? Yes and No. The days following this will be emotionally healthier for me. I handled this with maturity and self respect. I’ve placed myself as a priority, as I would my daughters if they were me.
I just know nothings going to change unless I change it… And I couldn’t remain where I was.
Change can be scary. It is full of unexplored territory that provides so much uncertainty. Though it’s uncomfortable, nothing is more unpleasant then being where you feel swallowed up by negativity and sadness.
So sure today was a victory day for me, but it makes me sad that people feel entitled to others rather than gifted my their presence.
This blogspace is so inspiring!! I’ve just discovered it; and, I had to share it with you. This chart begins to explain why this site is so awesome. If you are interested in tunning into yourself, on a deeper level, and gaining a more keen sense of self awareness, I highly recommend reading ” Creating Within”
” One important note to remember is thatyour emotions are not facts. Your emotions are entirely valid- meaning that they are neverrightorwrong. But, they are not always based on realistic or rational thoughts. ”
One important note to remember is that your emotions are not facts. Your emotions are entirely valid- meaning that they are never right or wrong. But, they are not always based on realistic or rational thoughts.
— Read on www.brighterpathcounseling.com/what-are-your-emotions-really-telling-you/
