Radiant Reflections

Wild Thing, You Make My Heart Zing, Photo by BradensEye foresting amour

What if all this living is loving. The heated words and the nasty debates. That every damn rug pulled from beneath an undeserving soul’s feet leads to darling treasures of the prodigiously colossal kind. That they’re merely digging up our nerves while we’ll hunker in the hollows long enough that dissecting the melancholy becomes a hit song and a new lease on life. But turning over our leaves wasn’t highlighted in any formative guidebooks. Some might say that little snippets could be found buried in occasional footnotes. Yet, the purely undaunted guts of my being each happened to be instilled with hauntings openly pleading with me to befriend the lame ghosts. It’s because of radiant reflections that I’ve hearkened appreciation for interpreting torches of peace within egregious frenzy.

catch the heart off guard and blow it open ~Seamus Heaney, Postscript from The Spirit Level

Your buoyancy is the big ball at stake. Humbling talismanic significance is a fluidly truthful serum I think all bodies crave. Across the breakups to the bones, we’re caught in limbos far from deifying. However, parallels play at recess. Their consistent interludes the very mission of pleasing pause anyone would hope to espouse. Seize the knowledge that our beginnings and endings are about breathing. Therefore, it continues to baffle me how often we forget this key component. A mystically charming amulet whose respect cements our energy. Individuals are poignantly similar to our plant sisters and brothers. The quantity to quality for you to breathe docilely likes it when you’re amassing articulate attention. The most shocking blessings are the informalities from coupling with your core.

I’m the type of personality that encounters pain and ushers in a fat round of double-stack pancakes with mouth-oozing mountains of butter plus blueberries. Resplendently rewriting the sad stories we cling to is sympathetic for our nervous systems. With jillions of layers of hatefulness lurking on corners, between doorways, or even inside of us it’s a safety valve to slather state-of-the-art (of adoring) versions of ourselves instead. Regardless of our sorrows, I choose to conspicuously place faith in tomorrow’s mirror. I’ll keep considering that erupting the lucidity of my love is exactly the disruption any of my dysfunctions have been patiently awaiting. Opting to nominate aspirations…