Living with Intention...is bitch work some days...
Posted on Jan 5th, 2006
by 
Heather
Heather
BAD! Kitty Art Studio Quote for the day!
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"Now in creative thought common sense is a bad master. Its sole criterion for judgment is that the new ideas shall look like the old ones. In other words it can only work by suppressing originality. "
Alfred Whitehead
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Yesterday was a blur...I kept thinking, and it didn't stop until I finally took a pill and just went to sleep.
I try so hard to not medicate the issues
TO deal with them head on. Somedays...I do better than others.
The last month has been a blur...
The holidays, the work, the kids, the promises made,
the changes made, the challenges met, the goals set,
the direction planned, the course altered,
the pain, the loss, the understanding....The growth.
So...When things got really quiet...After the initial excitement of I have time! I found...Myself wandering... around...lost...what do I do? Why do I do it?
Intention... Living with a reason a set of laws that bind the pieces together... when they want to come apart... and fall... floating off like discarded eyelashes...Unnoticed till they stick in a soft spot.
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My heart is heavy for the double loss of the miners in West Virginia.
I am feeling so much for those people who lost not only their people
but they lost their miracle from their
God...
Faith is a special substance...
like shoveling mercury with a pitchfork,
it slides so easily from us,
and when lost
we feel
empty.
Being an Intuitive and empath is a great gift...
and also a great burden,
with the knowing,
the knowing,
the knowing... things I can't do anything about.
Except say it.
I know how easily we can fall.
So many monsters
***
The changes shift us outside our own worlds.
Sift us from the whole,
the husk from the shell,
burn away the knowing.
I am living with intention.
I am filled with dedication...
to help us all not have to hear
no more I love you's.
***
I will use the knowing as fuel...
instead of being swallowed whole
by the big wave.
I will ride it...My board leaves a white trail thru the barrel
I feel the thunder of danger...Skipping across the waters angry surface
and still I lean into the pressure and ride like there's no tomorrow.
My eyes are open this tale is my own.
I am the narrative the descriptive
the author of my own ending.
***
Yours in the ride today, I'm hanging ten...walking the board... in the barrel...With the daylight in my eyes.
Heather
PS...I used to be a surfer... so all the references to surfing... In this stream of thought. I dreamed of being a silver drop riding, the glistening waves, becoming the wave and separating from it... becoming more.
***
"Now in creative thought common sense is a bad master. Its sole criterion for judgment is that the new ideas shall look like the old ones. In other words it can only work by suppressing originality. "
Alfred Whitehead
***
Yesterday was a blur...I kept thinking, and it didn't stop until I finally took a pill and just went to sleep.
I try so hard to not medicate the issues
TO deal with them head on. Somedays...I do better than others.
The last month has been a blur...
The holidays, the work, the kids, the promises made,
the changes made, the challenges met, the goals set,
the direction planned, the course altered,
the pain, the loss, the understanding....The growth.
So...When things got really quiet...After the initial excitement of I have time! I found...Myself wandering... around...lost...what do I do? Why do I do it?
Intention... Living with a reason a set of laws that bind the pieces together... when they want to come apart... and fall... floating off like discarded eyelashes...Unnoticed till they stick in a soft spot.
***
My heart is heavy for the double loss of the miners in West Virginia.
I am feeling so much for those people who lost not only their people
but they lost their miracle from their
God...
Faith is a special substance...
like shoveling mercury with a pitchfork,
it slides so easily from us,
and when lost
we feel
empty.
Being an Intuitive and empath is a great gift...
and also a great burden,
with the knowing,
the knowing,
the knowing... things I can't do anything about.
Except say it.
I know how easily we can fall.
So many monsters
***
The changes shift us outside our own worlds.
Sift us from the whole,
the husk from the shell,
burn away the knowing.
I am living with intention.
I am filled with dedication...
to help us all not have to hear
no more I love you's.
***
I will use the knowing as fuel...
instead of being swallowed whole
by the big wave.
I will ride it...My board leaves a white trail thru the barrel
I feel the thunder of danger...Skipping across the waters angry surface
and still I lean into the pressure and ride like there's no tomorrow.
My eyes are open this tale is my own.
I am the narrative the descriptive
the author of my own ending.
***
Yours in the ride today, I'm hanging ten...walking the board... in the barrel...With the daylight in my eyes.
Heather
PS...I used to be a surfer... so all the references to surfing... In this stream of thought. I dreamed of being a silver drop riding, the glistening waves, becoming the wave and separating from it... becoming more.
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July 2008
Your writing is so powerful. It is my delayed resolution to read your blog everyday (that I have internet access— I am dropping off to Costa Rica soon.)
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The changes shift us outside our own worlds.
Sift us from the whole,
the husk from the shell,
burn away the knowing.
I am living with intention…
I am the author of my own ending…
I “feel” you on the empathy thing…. hee hee hee– punn intented
Don’t feel that you are doing nothing
you already do
you heal
your words
your actions
your life
heal
Thanks, I needed to hear that..and it’s cool you dig the groove…travel safe and well…
Heather
“My eyes are open this tale is my own.
I am the narrative the descriptive
the author of my own ending.”
very moving … your words hold such intense energy!
be well,
~K
Thank you…Heather
take care
ganga