Glorious 

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It could have been a glorious day, 

the weather man said it could be.

A mild and sunny September day, 

was so what I hoped I would see.

It could have been an Indian summer, 

it’s what the papers bragged about.

But I’m picking up my big umbrella, 

when I ever need to venture out.

It could have rained this morning, 

but it waited until I opened the door.

It should have been a glorious day, 

I can’t take this rain anymore.

But come later in the evening, 

the sun popped his head from the sky.

It brought me a little light relief, 

with a glorious and gentle goodbye.

The swans swam out to bask in it, 

leaving the family on the bank.

I suppose for that special moment, 

it’s the universe I’m needing to thank.


~

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Daily Prompt – glorious 

The Sting

I just know that I’ve been bitten,

but it’s weird it doesn’t sting.

It does not come from an insect,

but it has got under my skin.

I’ve been bitten by inspiration,

now itching to move ahead.

I’m able to look more clearly

on things I used to dread.

I’m inspired to move forward,

blurred vision is clearing up.

I see myself fulfilled at last,

I sup from the happiness cup.

The bite was right and timely,

as it woke me from my sleep.

From a nest of the imagined,

that, I do not want to keep.

~

lizalizaskysaregrey©2017

 

 

I Watched..

I watched myself walk out of the sea, I watched as I drew closer, a mass of water but indisputably me. I recognised myself and recognised the others that also walked from the sea, not as people I knew, but as beings all the same.

The sea was rising up to join the land, the sea was coming home to join us. We could do nothing but watch as the sea walked on in.

I met myself and merged as one with the sea, I became whole. I understood that I had been part of the sea all along, my need to be beside it was because it was part of me. The sea was not just a body of water it was alive, living and part of all of us, the part that we left behind at some point in the past. For the first time in my life, I felt complete, I felt awake and I knew.

How long had we been separated, lifetimes, since land broke away, lifetimes since we were truly ourselves. Why parts of us had left was unclear, but they were home, we were once again ourselves. We could feel as the water spilled in, feel as it flushed out the forgotten, feel as it replenished.

People continue to walk from the sea, they flow into land in search of themselves.

~

This was my dream last night, I look out to sea today from my balcony in wonder!

Casual Me

I’m trying to be very casual about this house move, so much so that I haven’t even booked a van yet. I’ve taken a couple of loads over to Kent myself but I really won’t fit the furniture I have into my two seater mini coupe.

Most of my things are in storage from my last move three months ago. I took a temporary rental, but hadn’t quite appreciated how temporary it would be. The flat I’m in has now been sold, quicker because it’s a cash buyer, so I’m off to pastures new.

I’m reluctant to leave Sussex, I’ve been here fifteen years and my son’s here but I don’t want to commit to a whole years contract when I don’t really know where I want to be or where I want to settle. I might well come back but want time to think about it, I sort of feel there is more out there and don’t just want to settle for what I’m comfortable with.

How can I be so casual, I don’t know! One minute I tell myself the universe is unfolding as it should, the next I’m like a rabbit in the headlights. Breath, I keep telling myself, it’s supposed to be, this is where you find yourself. This is the next chapter, just turn the page. But I’m in that place in a book, where a chapter has just ended and you just sit and ponder it a little.

Work will hopefully be okay, I can plan visits, use Skype and hopefully get more clients wherever I go, ha ha that’s sorted then. I still do a little consultancy, though I keep threatening to give it up and I have a chest full of ideas.

I ask myself what would I do if money was no object. It’s easy, I would never be in one place, I would travel, maybe have a flat in the UK and another in Spain or somewhere on the med anyway. I’d have time for all of my passions, I’d have time just to be me without the need to settle because it’s expected. Then I ask myself why money makes a difference, another easy answer, it keeps fear at bay.

I so want to be a butterfly, I want to be casual and just flit from place to place, take life as it comes, but being so casual takes courage. I think to be truly casual you might just need a lottery win first!

 

 

What do you Think?

I saw my grandpa on the night he died, he was standing over me looking down. I was terrified at the time, hid under the covers until morning, praying that God would make him go away.

I loved my grandpa dearly, but knew his body had been taken from the house, I knew he was at the undertakers. I never mentioned it to my Gran, his partner of over fifty years. As an Irish Catholic I think she might have washed my mouth out and certainly wouldn’t have believed me. I didn’t offer to stay another night and any times I stayed following that night, I always hopped in with my Gran. I never saw him again but have often been told he is with me.

I believe in life after death, you’ve probably gathered that by now if you’re a regular reader of my blog, but I have so many questions. One of these questions is, if a body has been disposed of, how can it look the same? Sometimes I believe, or have heard, they might look younger, healthier, happier. But why do we see them as they once were when they have left their bodies. Is it the energy we recognise, our brain doing the rest, or is it them, does a spiritual body have some sort of form?

After my mother died, I sat up for nights looking for her, I was sure she would appear, I’d asked her to come back but she didn’t. I think maybe my childhood fear closed the shutters. I think I have prevented myself from ever seeing anything quite like this again.

I’ve seen other things, people I don’t know, but not in the same way. Although they might look like they are in the room, I know they are in my head, it’s different. After my cat died she jumped on the bed a few times, the last time I kept my eyes closed hoping she would stay and she padded all around me before disappearing again. I think she came to let me know she was okay, just as my grandpa did.

I’ve seen a Buddhist Monk and a Big Warrior sort of guy, I don’t know them. I see or sense people who aren’t really there, can’t be seen by anyone else, but never like grandpa.

Sometimes when I’m in bed, I’m tickled, touched I think. It’s like a stroke, the most gentlest stroke, sometimes like a spiders web across my face or hand.

Now for reincarnation, I’m a firm believer in this too. I regress people and take them into future possible lives. I’ve been regressed and seen the men and women I have been. So if we live so many lifetimes, why do we look like the last if we come back like grandpa? I’m not sure I make sense, let’s try again. If I have one soul, but many bodies, surely they are all part of me, so I would look like a mixture of them all. Or is it my soul would look like me to anyone who knew me in this life, but different if I was visiting a past life in France?

It’s all bloody fascinating, I’m intrigued but suppose I’ll only ever know for sure when I get there and that’s if I’m right. I’ve sort of come to the conclusion it’s all energy, we recognise the energy and our human brains do the rest. The people I don’t know, like the monk, I put his energies into the form I recognised. I’m not sure from where, maybe a different life. Or maybe my soul, knows him, maybe my soul recognised him as a monk.

No I’m cheating a bit on the daily post today, although my grandpa was my grans partner. I haven’t got a partner to chew this over so I though I’d ask what you think. It would be great if someone could answer my questions or at least give them a go.

This is how my mind works when I’m procrastinating. I should be packing for my house move on Tuesday not working out the whys and wherefores of life and death!

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A Lie

It’s the subtle fragrance of a lie, 

that permeates the room.

It’s something you’re not saying, 

I think you stopped to soon.

 So I ask you clearly is that it,

you’re nodding like a dog.

I feel a little bit uncomfortable, 

that you had to swear to god.

The subtle fragrance of the lie, 

now lingers here between us.

I have to take you at your word, 

as I don’t like to make a fuss.

But there’s something in the air, 

and I just have to work it out.

As what stands between us now, 

is a fog that’s thick with doubt.

~

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Dormant

 

 

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My thoughts lay dormant,

I drift away,

I roll away on a breath.

My heart slowing down,

I close my eyes,

my essence is much less.

A deepening into being,

I come to be,

on every single breath.

Dormant on the outside,

the ‘I’ to bed,

time for my soul to rest.  

~

 

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