Light that requires no ray
Flower that requires no pedal
Wind that requires no air
Queen who requires no king
Stairs that require no steps
Roof that requires no thatch
Rain that requires no water
Queen who requires no king
River that requires no bed
Dreams that requires no sleep
Soil that requires no planet
Queen who requires no king
Path that requires no trail
Moutnain that requires no valley
Fire that requires no flame
Queen who requires no king
I reflect on all that I have done and not done.
My reflection, I stand on my soles.
My soul hangs on the soles of my shoes.
On shoes, I picked, buckled, and laced, maybe not.
My reflection, woven through yours, maybe not.
A pedestal or a pylon, either, if flipped around.
You can judge how much pedestal or pylon, hopefully, some of both
I have a judge, but I deny you not.
My reflection has judgment fractures, too.
Your reflection is not mine;
well, maybe I did block your light, sorry.
Maybe I gave you light, that feels good.
I reflect on all that I have done and not done.
But not too much, just enough to know,
My reflection stands on my soles.
My soul towers into the stars.
Maybe not.
My soul stretches into infinity below my soles
Maybe not.
I reflect on all that I have done and not done.
~jennwren
The sun had recently set, and the remnants of the ebb suggested this seaside town was ready to pull the shades and slumber. A brisk offshore wind picked at my garment seams for a way to get inside and chill my skin. The occasional gust did manage to lick my neck. The idea of hot tea or coffee lurked in my immediate wishes. Despite the cold sensations, the homes and restaurants glowed. The foreboding weather emptied the streets, and the village seemed indoors, performing end-of-day routines such as dining, visiting, and winding down.
The last family outside passed across the courtyard, struggling to keep their dog focused on getting to the front door. My dog-loving traveling girlfriend, Sarah, did not necessarily help. Her gentle demeanor attracts everything in his world, including the young, slobbery-snouted dog. The happy dog paid Sarah handsomely in slobbers from head to toe. We spent five minutes wiping the drool off her new all-weather jacket.
I love to experience and share moments like these. Come with me or invite me, and be ready to explore.
The snail whispered to me, "move forward with passion and purpose."
...then I was distracted by a tap on the shoulder.
Jenn: Hello, Change; what brings you my way?
Change: Another chance to re-live the good times, my old friend.
Jenn: You are too much; why don't you get on with it and marry me?
Change: You know I cannot do that; I belong to everybody. But you are my favorite, which is why I often visit you.
Jenn: Blushing...
The year has drifted, and changes enter our days once again. Steady and carefree times bare the warning label; comfort and complacency can be hazardous to life. The energy of change compares to the power of glacier ice moving and planets rotating; it's mighty and coming. Being familiar with change, I have experience handling change at some scale, more prominent than some but not as significant as others. Although much protects me, the most effective protection for the future depends on personal handling of the change. Be assured that the change handled well provides a first-class ticket to a better place for tomorrow.
The snail's focus remains on the here and now. The grip and dinner are the most important at the moment. What happens in the future stays out of the equation of this precarious situation. The snail inspires me in how well it is handling this moment.
Change opens opportunities for new. As change approaches, take some time to reconnect with those old faithful friends. Some drift away, but they are never far; reach out. Look at the old and examine the internal motivations of habits and hobbies; have they dampened or require more energy and dedication than you can give? Embracing change demands simple and pragmatic approaches—no need to take unnecessary risks. Seek help and guidance from respected sources. As you soar through transition, know that you will be a mentor or guide for others, so don't blow it.
Change offers a time to embrace creativity and warmth that radiates like thermal drafts from the earth to lift our outstretched wings. Glide freely and high to the destination of abundance and success. Make peace with the changes that must take place for life to move forward positively. Sacrifice what holds you back. Move forward with passion and purpose. See you tomorrow, my snail friends. Love
Sun and Rain, how it grows
Seasons come and go
Shelter the animals below
Time past indeed
and one becomes the fruit
that feeds the living who keep
Sun and rain in their soul
until the veil thins again
and its time to let go
and become life again
My mind jumped to assumptions from the sudden news. I perhaps unjustly arrived at my conclusions. Maybe I am justified. Where am I? We have shared many personal feelings and experiences. Why am I learning from a text message that you have fallen in love and proposed marriage?
Of course, I wanted to say congratulations, but my words became lost. I stumbled for days trying to recall if you had shared your new love in previous conversations. I can be terrible at remembering things sometimes. I thought maybe it happened so fast, like love at first sight. You had no chance to say, “hey, I got some good news, I met someone, and I hope it works out for me”.
You owe me nothing in this world, but if you are interested in why I feel nervous about calling, texting, or planning an adventure, it's because of how I learned about her. Before I received the photos of you proposing, our conversations were about planning adventures and an experience. I guess I need help understanding why you did not tell me earlier from a friendship perspective. Assumptions flew into my head, bad on me, but I could not help it. Am I not really a friend? Do you fear her reaction to our relationship, or are you worried about my response to her?
I am suddenly confused, pondering how I am supposed to communicate. When in doubt, I just move on with my one life. The best thing for me is to ask you directly rather than assume your feelings or thoughts. But I am afraid to call. I love so many things about you, your sense of adventure, athleticism, healthy living, willingness to try, and positive attitude. I treasure my few friends that meet me on my level. I tremble at the thought of losing you.
~jenn wren
