Watching and seeing, listening and hearing, understanding and empathising. In a world where so much is beyond our control, take time to be there, that’s community.
~ Liza
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Tag: communication
Detonate
I know I’m about to detonate,
I’m wound up so tight inside,
a roller coaster of emotions,
I’m trying so hard just to hide.
The flames ignited deep inside,
the fires growing so bright,
I know I have to speak my truth,
but when the time is just right.
I’ve found my fire, harnessed it,
I am keeping it under control.
It’s growing every moment now,
just like the flower, I unfold.
The deepest rose, as red as blood,
opens to the beats of my heart,
holding back on the explosion,
I’m not sure of when to start.
But I must speak, must let it go,
as on every moment I hang.
until the time I whisper to you,
words that come with a BANG
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lizalizaskysaregrey©2017
Finding my Voice
It’s taken me a lifetime to find my voice, to speak from my heart. I’ve always said what I think but for a long time in the right company, in the company of those that would understand. As a child I agreed with everyone else, it’s a Virgo trait to want to keep people happy. In fact I think it was more than that, I didn’t have my own voice, I had the voice of society, the voice of everybody else.
I still want to be liked, it’s deep rooted, it’s connected to experience and that ego mind of mine, but today I’m not as bothered. I want to be liked by those that get me, I hope people will listen and consider my opinion but it’s not important and I could well be wrong, I’m still finding myself and therefore my voice might change.
So what is finding your voice, for me it is discovering yourself, your self expression in whatever form it presents. Your own unique voice is passionate, it’s your own authenticity, it’s your truth. It probably won’t be like anyone else as it’s unique to each of us, our voice is our own expression of life.
Artists understand what it is to have their own voice, poets, writers, dancers and painters because their voice is their craft, they speak from the heart, they understand individuality. That to me is owning your voice, it’s speaking from the heart, speaking from the absolute knowing inside of each of us.
So is it our voice or the realisation that we are truth, we are connected and finding that connection gives us our uniqueness. I know that doesn’t make a lot of sense but bare with me. I’ve found my connection, I’m in touch with a universal consciousness and yet I present my own understanding of it, I’m unique in how I choose to present it. If we were all the same we would all be dancing, I have two left feet but I can hear the rhythm of the universe in my heart.
I’m in love with nature and nature has given me a voice and that voice is my understanding of natures message. I am the the author of my own voice and yet that voice comes through a connection with the universe.
If we think about a rose, it’s not the same as any other rose, it presents us with it’s own understanding of growth and this is influenced by it’s surroundings, it’s experience of the world. That’s how we find our voice, it’s an inner knowing which comes to the surface through experience, as experience helps us to listen.
Here’s a question, is knowing ourselves the truth or is it influenced by our experiences here, are the experiences to remind us of who we really are, or are they to challenge us.
I’ve found my own voice as the person I am, the human, I hope it connects with what is true but at the moment it’s my truth.
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lizalizaskysaregrey©2017
Life Lessons 8
Language does not always match how we feel, we cannot always put our feelings into words. Sometimes words just do not fit, there are not words that can justify the emotions we feel and we are left speechless. When this happens it is okay, the emotions are real. Language is a tool, a medium but not everything. Sometimes it is only silence that can hold and make sense of the feeling.
~ Liza
lizalizaskysaregrey©2017
A Question of Presence?
How do you see the flower, is it with your eyes only or is it through the flower being present in all your senses. Do you feel the flower in your subconscious, does it communicate with you through your screen as you sit with it?
Do you connect with my presence as you read my words and if so, what is it you feel. Can I leave my lounge and enter your world just by sharing my thoughts with you. Can you feel the authenticity of a person through their words on paper, or through a book they have written. Is this the same if something is written that does not sit well with you, or blend well with your understanding of life? Interesting isn’t it how we are drawn to others we have never met, we feel a connection with them, trust them and even care about what happens to them.
If we are all energy, can we not communicate and blend without being present in a room? I believe we can, I think that we can go anywhere if we are accepted and welcomed. I think it probably boils down to acceptance because if something does not sit well with me I shut it down, stop allowing it in, and refocus myself.
Look at the medium of Skype, how real does that conversation feel, for me when I am connected with a person there is no difference to if they were sitting across the room. I hold consultations over Skype and have used it for my own benefit. Reading what someone has written is the same for me, it’s as if they are communicating directly with me, I feel them.
I know I’m asking a lot of questions here, I probably have all the answers somewhere too, inside in my subconscious, floating around waiting for the right time. I just think these questions are fascinating, they are food for the soul.
So tell me, how close to you am I now as I ask them?
lizalizaskysaregrey©2016
Nature Lessons 38
Through our communications we are able to instill love and kindness. Watch and be present in all forms of communication as it does not come with words alone, listen to the world around you, give time to others and watch as the colours of the universe blend with your actions.
~ Liza
Love Listens
Listen while I’m silent and show me that you know
Watch me very closely, don’t let the small things go
My actions tell my stories, they’ll tell you of my grief
My truth is what I hold inside but only love can see
I’m muddled and confused, my thoughts are over there
If only you could sort them out, you’d do it if you care
I smile outside of you and me, I put on a good face
At other times I cry a lot, I shout, I scream, I pace
I am a lot of tiny bits, that haven’t got a place
Look into my eyes and see, they go beyond my face
Give me time and give me love, sit with me a while
I think that it is maybe you that can really find my smile
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