Waking Up Next To a Long Love

I'm wondering what the emotion is called... waking up next to a long love... a love that has gone a bit dormant, but continued to lie in wait...

Currently I'm reminded of my love of music. While listening, artists I have really liked and admired in the past, they sound so good to me right now... reaching into my crevices... somehow filling those spaces with feelings of bliss...

Perhaps what I'm trying to describe would be called "a blissful reawakening".

Thanksgiving

Last night my mom added to the Giving in Thanksgiving... The woman ahead of us in the grocery store line was having trouble paying for the items she was buying for Thanksgiving, and she had to choose which items in her cart to put back. When she put back a pumpkin pie, my mom asked how much is the pie, then quickly offered to pay for it if she wanted. I thought it was a really nice random gesture, and I'm happy that I was able to witness the act of generosity.

I myself am thankful to see inspiring acts.

Fortunate Timing

Today I'm thankful for the timing of events as they happened... The time and location of an occurrence seemed fortunate... and I had what I needed in that situation. It's nice when things work out in that manner.

Will The Flames Keep Burning?

Stoking fires
Breathing in
Breathing out
Until fires at their brightest
A culmination of all that has been
And all that will be
Release
Surrender
Will the flames keep burning on their own
Or will they fade out into the distant night?
The answer tells what one wishes to know

What It Feels Like Sometimes

What it feels like within me sometimes...
It feels like I am trying to create life where there is death
It feels like I'm trying to illuminate fires in order to shine
To feel the connecting warmth
And that way I tend to do it...
By engaging in those things I love
By remembering those things I love
By continuing and continuing each time I drift off to sleep...

Shackles of Fear

I wonder what life would be like if one were to gather up enough courage to get past fear. Or what if fear dropped away and there was no need for courage? What would that be like?

How do we gather courage? And how do we let go of fear (if possible)? And what fears are necessary for guiding us or protecting us? How can we tell the difference between types of fear?

Chasing of Ghosts

I chase after ghosts
Who no longer live
As they once were...

In Search of Passion and Love

One aspect of my psyche (that I'm unsure is so great)... I'm constantly chasing after the feeling of engagement, of being totally immersed.... The moments of flow that are full of life. But tides change... so flitting from flower to flower becomes what is consistent: being consistently inconsistent in my efforts and energy and motivation...

I want to be possessed... obsessed. I want energy to course through my being and wash me away. I want the fires to feel stoked... because so often they feel lifeless. Perhaps I am someone who is dead, but always trying to rise...

"To bask, to revel, to live" used to be words I'd describe how I want to be... And simultaneously I feel like I forget what it's like to be that way... How can I remember that? How can I recapture that?