The Length of my Hand

I return seated once again in the dark, in that dark place within my being. But I find nothing, darkness…alone.
In the distance there is a small light I cannot reach. Silent…only my thoughts remain. Reaching for the light…I still cannot grasp it.
Unattainable by the length of my hand, I return to my heart. Through my heart I see the light…I am the light. Opening the eyes of flesh…it is gone.
Retreating to my heart to see all I need to see…the darkness vanishes, the light returns. The world around me is illuminated, awaiting my thoughts to be infused…

return to my heart

Acceptance

Acceptance doesn’t mean resignation; it means understanding that something is what it is and that there’s got to be a way through it.~Michael J. Fox

No matter what the Canvas paints before you, there is always a brush with your name on it…waiting for the scenery to be repainted. If the day looks dull and grim, repaint it to how it suits you. Our imagination is the fist step of what could be, dissolving what “should” be. a way through it