
In case you're wondering, yes, it's a rare occasion for snow in my neck of the woods. So when it comes, the kid in me stares in wonderment. It is beautiful and a great excuse to take it all in through the lens.
subconscious living
The point of prayer is powerlessness, to name that which you cannot do. Only at the point in which we surrender our knowledge, our abilities, our mastery over our own selves are we open to genuine transformation. I can’t. I need. Help me please. But it must be sincere. It cannot come from a forced place of regimen and obligation. Desperation is its playground. Perhaps this is why we must be stripped, torn, punctured to recognize our own limitations. Only then can we even begin to comprehend the miraculous power of the creator to meet us in our beds, tuck us in, and love us the whole night through.
I walked around hiding
And now I’m coming out
Of the shell
Of the mask
Of the cloak
Of the doubt
Treading lighter
World is brighter
Turning inside out
It’s not the them
It was the me
Perceived “it” bondage
Internally free
Fear dispelled
No longer knotted
Embracing the other
The black, white, spotted
Truly living
Finally giving
Withholding none for me
Because I saw the light
Eternally bright
And now my spirit’s free!!!!!
