Denial Vs. Expression

When it comes to keeping things in versus fully expressing ourselves, I wonder if there is some kind of ideal balance...

For some, hearing the expressions of others might give comfort to know that others can empathize... For others, they might not want to hear about some of the darker sides of life, wanting to keep those parts at bay.

The Perfection Bug

The Perfection Bug
Lurking in the shadows
Always ready to strike
Especially during moments of culmination
The potential leaps toward something more

Fear, doubt, and paralysis
Await with each of its bites
Diverting all energy
Sucking away the life force
The heart weakens
The knees grow weak
The mind races
While the tears flow

To tremble and continue to walk:
Left, right, left, right
To trudge forward as an act of courage
To live faithfully and with acceptance for what IS
Is to do battle with The Perfection Bug

Weeds

I find something admirable about weeds... They're these plants, often unwanted, often fought against, and yet they keep coming back over and over again, in so many varied and adverse conditions... finding life in the cracks. I wonder if there's a way to become more like a weed... Or maybe perhaps there are aspects of our psyche that are like weeds, continuing to try to sprout no matter what...

Remembering My Loves

One of my favorite things is to fall in love over and over again, often with the same things but different time periods. Often it's a matter of remembering or becoming reacquainted... suddenly feeling moved... taken... engaged... entranced... coming home again.