Personal Space

By stretching the boundaries of my personal and soul space, I invite some inside hoping to see how well we might mesh while enjoying the fierce light of a future together.

It's an interesting endeavor as the preparation  two individuals undergo separately means the odds of a "perfect match" are rare.  Actually, a perfect match sounds rather boring.  The sauce of life ends up being how two people handle mismatched ingredients in life's strange stew!

Three feet from our body's center make up our personal space.  Beyond that, we concede control to the environment.  How we take ownership of our decisions within that space lies solely with our choices.  

No matter how crowded it feels when the uninvited enter and push us against ourselves, we are still left with a choice...it might be to simply dissolve into meditation or prayer to stay alive or sane but it is STILL a choice.

Although I strive for inner peace, I accept that constant peace would destroy my joy for life.  I like feeling challenges and finding personal solutions.  It's joyful learning how to add the unexpected to my routine...how to make room in my personal space for another...how to heal when disappointment adds bitterness....

Personal space doesn't have to be empty.

Danger

We say we're ready to open ourselves to welcoming new types of people into our circle.  Yet, the same personalities keep presenting themselves.  I'm settling into the fact that I will not be satisfied with hum-drum.  Life as a chase and an adventure is beginning anew for me.  No matter how much my inner "good southern girl" urges me to conform, I accept a different path.  One not scattered with flower petals...one pockmarked with ice and mud, rocks and shards...one with challenges around each curve and excitement on the horizon....



I like the danger of you
And yet I feel safe

I like the bite from you
And the bloody taste

I like my hair pulled
And delicious pain

Turn on the light now
Turn off the same....

My Body is a Vessel

I'm inspired and frustrated with the talent of our minds to see ONLY what we hope to see.  It's a protective measure but with the protection, we are shielded from what we need to see in reality.  The precipice that points the way to a dreamlike state of mind also points the way to our real life destruction.

Somehow, I truly feel that I've been given a protective bubble.  Each time I edge closer to the dangerous line, I rescue myself with barely a scratch to heal.  And each time I learn how important it is to make the best of REAL life.  Dreamlike careers, families, men hold only temporary pleasures...instead, I prefer the tagline to a film the way by Emilio Estevez...

"you don't choose a life, you live one"

Oh what a shame

That you’re not real

Oh what a shame

Our lives can’t be together

One in reality

One in dreams

Cast about in my vessel

Upon the roaring seas of love

The heart of me shakes and shudders

But the strength of me calms the rudder

Oh what a shame

That we’re not together

Oh what a shame

That we can’t exist forever

One in words

One in thoughts