Sunday, February 21, 2021

Dear Mr. Sunset......

  First, let me say, I address you as Mister due to the illusion I have in my head that you are some dreamy male worthy of my attention, because as it seems these days, most sit on a throne of expectation, but you simply sit in the quietness of your own beauty.   During a moment of human interaction today I experienced someone's frustration with my lack of  attention to their expectations, and I must confess, every fiber of my being was disrupted during those few ticks of the clock.  I felt a disturbance within my well being and needed an outlet to unleash this negative energy so I grabbed the four legged beast, the leash, my feet, and off we set forth to release it. The park, which is usually empty this time of year, was home to several teenagers playing basketball this evening, which only seemed to antagonize this feeling inside of me.  I kept putting one foot in front of the other, but my mind raced with this pent up entity tagging along, not belonging to me but left with me as a parting gift for not addressing it's presence to begin with.  The beast and I huffed and puffed our way around the kids and rounded the corner, and there you were.  I watched as you appeared over the horizon, not announcing yourself with a firm hand but a silent stealth that took my breath away.  The expressionist views that your color palette displayed melted the unwelcomed traveler within me. There I stood basking in your warm hues of yellow, orange and pink as if I was dancing along in my mind with the trickles of the brush used to create you.  You were lending yourself to a level of creativity for anyone wanting to bask with me, and once again, I became in awe of your creator and His presence within all things. 

With heartfelt gratitude, please find my words to you as a symbol of my love and appreciation for the intimate moment we shared together today.  Until we meet again, at the edge of this earth I will wait for you to present your next masterpiece.  

Sincerely,

Me


Saturday, February 6, 2021

Dear 2020

Dear 2020,

        It was so easy for all the world to brand you such a depressing year, but how unfair is it to blame you for our struggles?  Many saw you as a distant lover chasing something grander in the distance leaving them feeling abandoned by you, when in essence you were allowing us the freedom to choose our own paths.  We were becoming charged with our own futures and for some, that weight turned into self destruction while others flourished and bloomed from your lack of attention. 
        I, myself, spent my time with you trying to build something, whether that be a porch gate, a seat or even a shed. I had no prior skill set to draw upon, no master teacher holding my hand (I wouldn't have let them anyway), or any idea how it would turn out, but I did have the stubbornness passed down from generation to generation of women in my bloodline that refused to quit this time.  Quitting, often seems to be a failure I have found comfort in when my mind wanders to a new task instead of favoring the current one. If you never complete anything then there is no fear of failure since the only judgement you will be subjected to is your own, in which you labeled it unfinished instead of failed.  Unfinished has the sound of opportunity that resonates throughout it, whereas failure has an ominous tone that is deafening.  To fail and begin again requires one to learn from self-action and change their mindset to listen for hope within starting over.  Hope doesn't live within fear but in beginnings.   
  So, to new beginnings, please find my heartfelt thank you for allowing me those moments with you to reflect on my weaknesses and accept them.  For in acceptance I no longer fear change but consider it a friend on my journey toward acceptance and self value.  

Sincerely,

Me