𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗼𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀

When the rains relentlessly pour, it can leave us in a slow and sometimes measured pace throughout our day. The grey usually summons melancholy. Holding it by the hand and sitting in quiet, I get into my heartstrings for some introspection.

I put on my indie playlist, closed my eyes, waited, and listened for the words or feelings to come and speak to me. It’s quite a gentle exercise leaving me open to what is and what comes…

I hear, “everything we want to know or more is here”. Hah! Seems apt at this moment for me. This curious mind often brings me down to getting inquisitive to the point of prodding. And sometimes too much of that got me into trouble as I raise unexpected annoyance. Then I got better as I aged. I mean I sobered at the inquisition. When I connect with family, I often go back to being that just to tease. Just a little tease. Nope, I didn’t mean any harm.

Then came, “𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑭𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑰’𝒎 𝒘𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑. 𝑰𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒏. 𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕”. I just love the words. Have you ever wondered how music can be so uplifting? I feel that many times. It’s even better than an orgasm! hah!

In my darkest night, I wake up to shine on. For it is in the cracks, in our brokenness that the light shines through. In the silence of the night, when one is left alone to self, at times it can feel like drowning. How deep a dark night can one go…