discomfort

my body screaming out for attention - feel me feel me now!!!

living

the sound of bubbles going pop

illusions dissolving

like a seed unfurling into a tree

like a baby pushed through a birth canal

squishy and sloppy
muscles squeezing

like eating fruit

juicy, crunchy, sweet, bitter

like falling with no time to breath

like breathing with no time to fall

like the crunch of a saddle on feeble foot bones
that blow up into a foot ball of squishy puss

like being suffocated by sloppy sludgy hats
that restrict and restrain

being too painful to feel
that numbness is all that stops you from living

no wonder that tooth had to fester for over twelve months before
it was felt with such a blasting over bearing pain
that nothing would keep it ignorable

pain feels like a question

you can ignore it

or you can answer it

i  have learned that i like living more then i like ignoring

so for me

pain is life

and in my world

it's called coming home to loving support

why would i ignore that?

discomfort - i embrace you

body - i listen to you and i love you

pain? we talk, we share, we change and we choose life

so the pain is less with the attention I give myself

with the breathing my body needs
and loving support my world is

now pain is just a reminder to be more attentive
more in focus
more aware
more awake

i listen
i choose
i act

and the pain melts away into the loving support i give myself

glad to stop a moment to think about this

i don't give to my self esteem, like i give to others
want to stop now and breathe with this and notice this

my self esteem is a bit invisible
we had to be a long time ago
but thats way back on some other horizon we don't even look at any more

hey there, self esteem
sorry I don' t see you, like I feel I want to
come out of hiding, my love

come out and play with us

colours look so much brighter when your around
don't fade away
or freeze frame yourself like that with me

its safe now
we're home now

its ok to be me

maintaining the motivation of creativity

with exploring the creative gifts of others
its like immersion into our creative community
and you can only walk away dripping creation

the more we bounce creativity around
the more it moves me

like a muscle that needs to work to be stronger

creativity needs focus to be coaxed into opening and performing

walking creativity
feeding creativity
being creativity's audience

applauding
cheering
silent with awe

what helps me be creative
is to be present of mind to let creative flow

my inability to be present

i breathe and ask past and future to fade back into the horizon
i breathe and ask my eyes to focus on now
i breathe

i am sorry
please forgive me
thank you
i love you

 What would it be like if I could not do something the world was focused on. If everything around me said I was lacking a natural skill?

I would challenge the limits, find my peace with it and show the world that this 'lack' is transendable. I would show a way to move beyond the lack, like water always find away move beyond containment.

the really cool thing about losing everything you own
is the realisation that you never owned it to begin with

am i alone in the understanding that 'things' own us
kinda like cats

if you want 'things'
then all you really need to do is make room for them
and invite them in

Listening
Living
laughing

warm embrace of sunshine

bliss bubbles of giggles

gleefull energy flowing

kissing babies and smelling baby newness

floating on the breeze in rainbow colours

skipping over clouds and making giant steps accross the world

feeling water wash me away
into the waves of worldly embrace

large moon eyes that wink orange and yellow

blankets of stars that engulf me

sparkles of dew on webs and grass and flowers

gliding on snow

eating ice crystal floats

growing and learning with my girls
enjoying what we share together

breathing

seeing

dancing

dreaming and the courage to stand strong in dreams

the strength to be fragile
and loved and supported

the air kindly enters my body and gives me life
i kindly receive it in
and marvel at the taste

then i give the air a breath of me
to gather on the breeze
i know it will find the trees

and part of me will kindly join
a part natures sea