Jena 🔮 Crystal Ball Woman! This is magnificent on so many levels...I love it. Art too has saved my life.....so many lively precious things said in-between......AHHHHHHH, thank you.
I will need to read that over several times. I do love how pain's steady decline leads into translucence. I think I am having that now....where my veins pop through the top layer and whirl.
And I too, am done with pain! NIGGLING! That word will resonate with me for a while or forever.
Thank you for the jolt right back to chasing rainbows, butterflies and cousins. Never wanting to really capture them just the joy of running free from the pain of the house I grew up in.🌹
I believe! Made me feel like I was 6 and happy, though never as carefree, as I recall. But maybe I remember wrong. I was collecting my own dots, invisible on my skin.
Thank you Wayne. This poem has been calling for awhile as I have wondered how much pain is too much - how we can help raise kids to remember and use their joy to overcome or learn from their pain. And of course there is a difference between pain and trauma. I am still pondering but wanted to get it out. Hearing you were collecting your own happy dots made me smile. I hope they far outweigh your pain points.
Jena 🔮 Crystal Ball Woman! This is magnificent on so many levels...I love it. Art too has saved my life.....so many lively precious things said in-between......AHHHHHHH, thank you.
I will need to read that over several times. I do love how pain's steady decline leads into translucence. I think I am having that now....where my veins pop through the top layer and whirl.
And I too, am done with pain! NIGGLING! That word will resonate with me for a while or forever.
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I'm so glad you enjoyed it and "got" the translucence part. I wasn't sure if it would translate :-)
I look forward to hearing more. HUGS!
Jena
I did. The translucence was visceral
That child inside weeps
at our forgetting
the joy in being...just being.
Parts of growing up
and living life,
often feels more like
running to keep up...
breathing hard, almost choking
on air...wanting to stop
and breath, but you can't...
because
our synchronized society
has squeezed us into our place
in the hierarchy
our location +
race+ gender+economic status =
our place. The only equalizer is TIME
Time has power
...the power to release ourselves
from expectations and rules we
never knew we agreed to
- societal and self impose.
Time allows us to ask:
Who said we can't experience life with the same joy and wonder of a child?
Who said we have to be more serious, because we aren't kids anymore?
Who said we have to get everything done, and check it off the list today?
Who said we have to have
and collect things
and debt?
Who said we have to "stay in our lane"
when curiosity strikes our fancy?
Too bad the wisdom of age takes it's sweet time bringing us back to our senses.
So well and beautifully said, Kimberly. Thank you.
Thank you for the jolt right back to chasing rainbows, butterflies and cousins. Never wanting to really capture them just the joy of running free from the pain of the house I grew up in.🌹
Ohhhh…I know just what you mean and hope that the running free brings you joy. Sending love your way.
We should all reflect on what made us happy as children--and relish it.
Oh yes.
I believe! Made me feel like I was 6 and happy, though never as carefree, as I recall. But maybe I remember wrong. I was collecting my own dots, invisible on my skin.
This is a great poem.
Thank you Wayne. This poem has been calling for awhile as I have wondered how much pain is too much - how we can help raise kids to remember and use their joy to overcome or learn from their pain. And of course there is a difference between pain and trauma. I am still pondering but wanted to get it out. Hearing you were collecting your own happy dots made me smile. I hope they far outweigh your pain points.
They certainly do now, but it takes a lifetime of living to appreciate it.
Right?! There is so much wisdom that's waiting to be taped.