I feel as though 2012 passed slowly but quickly all at once. It seems to soon to end, but an ending long in the waiting. I'm not sure what 2013 beholds for me. I'm not sure what I want it to behold. Tomorrow is just another day. And the day after, yet another day. And I am inhaling and exhaling and becoming the person I am going to be. I will make mistakes and triumphs. I will feel heartache and unimaginable happiness. I will change lives, both for the better and worse. And I will live. Perhaps not always in the moment- but just a part of a moment passing. And I'll find, someday, that every step I ever took was leading me on a beautiful journey that I call life.
Collecting Skeleton Keys
I collect skeleton keys. Not because I find their antique appeal beautiful, but rather because their vibrations tell secrets. Each key leads to the wonder of what it opened, what locked compartment it allowed a human to enter. How magnificant lost keys are. What sort of mysteries they behold. They were kept in pockets, stored confessions, hid riches, and spoke the directions of unknown corridors. They are made of a hundred different metals, etched with a thousand designs. Hold one in the palm of your hand. Feel it, listen to it, and it will tell you old fairytales that a very few ever knew existed.
To Create Your Own World
Reality is just a figment of our imagination. Our minds are magnificant things. They can take us beyond this physical world, or make this physical world something beyond what our eyes see. If we try hard enough we can begin to feel things, to see things, to experience things no one thought possible. We can touch stars, communicate with spirits, feel the heartbeat of the mountains radiating through our hair. We can leap high into the air, freeze time, and remain weightless for minutes. We don't need to breathe. There is no part of this world that we need to follow the rules of. We can make our own rules. Deep within the depths of our souls lies the remarkable ability to make life into anything we want it to be.
Warm Play
The weather is warming up. I can now walk outside without a parka, mittens, scarf, or even boots to keep me warm. I wear boots- simply because they high sides and prevent snow from chilling my toes. But nothing else. And I run around with Coho and play with Rascal. It's perfect. The snow is packed down enough to easily make trails. And we bounce around happily. My sleddog, my wolf, and I.
Letting Go
I let things go. I did. I am, today. Not sure why. I just feel as though there are a lot of things I am holding onto that I need not grasp any longer. So I'm letting them go. Everything that's ever upset me is fading away. I'm accepting apologies I've never heard. Forgiving people for things they won't aknowledge they've done wrong. Bettering myself by walking away from regrets I want other's to have. I'm tired of wasting good energy on negative things. So I'm telling it all farewell and stepping away from the words I wanted to hear. Silently saying goodbye to the one's who don't deserve an explination.
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