Now that December is archived, there’s always a good reason, to prepare and work the twenty months ahead with the hopes of course, that it’ll be a fabulous ending for the year … bien sûr.
I think whomever created the bloody in-time was a humanist, but in an ingenious gradualness at the same time it must have been the same who created the mirror. I reckon the in-time was created for specific purposes like the sowing and reaping of providence – I could say Hu* had a hand in it, but that would be unfair. And the mirror is there, for a specific reason too, without which, this Light of Intelligence we would all still be groping in the darkness.
No, darlings … I didn’t dream that up!
Love is sans oblige
I can’t lie. I can write fiction amongst other uninteresting things but I have a very short attention span that makes for sitting down in a room with nothing to distract me from the word processor as something unsettling, and that’s the closest to creating dreams, copywriting or … conceptualising design, but if you were to ask me a question even on email, I just can’t lie — I break out like a pine tree in Summer. And have you seen how these break in Summer?
When a friend asked whether I’ll be back for Christmas last, I didn’t have a definite answer. I wasn’t in a position to just jet off everywhere. Of course in my heart, I wanted to be back just for him. I wanted him to be happy, to look forward for a little happiness, but in a fluctuating scenario, even a breath in the moment can drastically change one’s life.
And it did change mine, even if I wasn’t expecting the worst. After all the tears have dried up, and the heart learning a very bitter but good lesson, I learnt to embrace love even more. But what is love at this state of being, human? For me at least is to appreciate the moments we have, and to fill these moments with as much attention we can for the other. And since the vibrational breath extends beyond the nostrils and lungs it is never lost in transit.
Love may seem a dreamy buffer, but it isn’t. It awakens the spirit to serious issues. Be like the wind and carry forth the love, as a kiss conscious even when it seems kafkaesque in a virtual world to even consider that light can extend that far.
It can. Stars have that talent, and so should we.
If we remember how.
Let even your tears be as conscious for as it falleth, it can heal the grounds it touches. Let each moment, each touch, each kiss be as conscious, for it changes everything — AainaA-Ridtz A R
I am here for now. I don’t have immediate plans to relocate anywhere yet. I have a sudden need to heal the buffered pains in the body taken over the years of psychic abuse, and if there was a hint of love it would have made it gentler on the soul. We never wondered why the self-assertive emphatic ones are the most delicate … and ofttimes, the loneliest even in a world of seven odd billion.
I must try to remember, I’m still a woman in a world of forms with other genders and orientations. It can be a tad difficile, when one does not conform to a stereotypical conditioned value imposed by society. In a world craving for kindness, tolerance seems to be the delimitation between hate, and indifference.
Love is rare and although, the luggages are packed, and I am ready to scoot off in a moment’s notice, short enough for an e-ticket to be emailed for a job appointment, these transit moments I believe even if it seems like a gazillion years, are there for a reason sometimes the soul is veiled from especially so in an era of conscious awakening.