Think of a time before music was born and to be the human who in turn attempted to bring it to life. Replicating the sounds gifted to us by nature their is nothing more beautiful than a bird’s morning song. Awakening the Earth with movement and sound that will lull all the naysayers to become more awake.
We are so lucky to live in a time where we can pick up a phone, fire off an email or even drive to those that you love. So often though we chose the course of less physical intimacy and opt for checking on social media updates and gossip from friends.
Breathing is intimacy. Breathing is power. There is nothing a fully oxygenated blood cell can achieve and think of the millions of cells you just ignited inside you to start your day. You can set your mood and day with just staying in control of the one thing we have always taken for granted our breath. Instead of focusing on taking people’s breath away let’s focus on breathing in life.
When others make some believe that their existence is trivial or below the other we fail to open our heart as a compassionate human would. Why would we all differ so much in our character when our very existence is dependent upon being able to rely on other beings. Living broken is the biggest ironic trait that we all get to experience.
For those of us who have walked the line we know the vows that are exchanged. Sickness and health, richer or for poor, the bare basics of a loving relationship laid out for all to witness and adore.
I think it was that memory of my friend telling me to come home. Telling me I was still remembered and loved and that it would be ok. He was my lifeline I would talk to when the demons ran rampant in my dreams and kept me awake. It was his memory that kicked me in this direction maybe out of fear and pure exhaustion. My guilt still freezes me anytime I reflect. He reached for me and I ignored him minutes later he fell hundreds of feet to his death.
In my life I want to play the part of someone who is glamorous, living for all the years that I was living like I was not. My wardrobe was work out clothes and the odd punch of dress-up a lady needed an outfit to be seen in didn’t she? I had spent more than enough time in day old sweats and now that I am older it is just something I can no longer be. I love to feel like a lady should especially when I think about how much history and passion has gone into years of self discovery. Not just for me but women over centuries.
Maybe I don’t have to worry or maybe it is all I can do. Didn’t you ever want to help the world in learning to love equally instead of this diseased reality we insist on living? Any time the decision is made to sever anybody, anybody at all from this reality justice needs to be served.
Where others had dreams and wishes that were never brought into fruition don’t we owe it to them and ourselves to give it our best shot? Come hell or hot water don’t be scared to throw yourself out there I know somebody who will catch you and that person is me. Be honest with me and you have a friend for life. Come honest with yourself and you just may save your life.
Do you believe that born inside you is the chance to be something great if only you realized the value of your own currency. We spend our life times trying to operate in currencies that we were never destined to barter in. What a waste!