Loose Grips Sink...Hearts

Sumx I feel the scorpion urge to test connectedness and promises of always and forever. 

I'm tempted to loosen my grip to see if the hand I've clung to will tighten it's grip.  Truth, I think that hand will, without hesitation, let go.  Release every thing that was any thing between us.  So then, why do I hold so tightly to what would let me go so easily?

Maybe because it is still so real to me.

Live Like You Were Dying

Sumx even nature tries to cheat death. This tree taunts death with its green. Makes me wonder what it is hoping for. One last breeze. Another cool rain to dampen its leaves. Hopes to last the summer to embrace Fall so I can appreciate its marvelous change in color. I've never seen a more glorious not yet. I'd imagine this tree lived the way it's dying...on its on terms.

Musings staring at this tree in my backyard...

Choosy Lover

I can't see me choosing the opinions of others, be it family friends or perfect strangers, over what makes me happy. Abdication of this gift is an insult to the Divine and my personal fulfillment. The energy of suppression, in my mind, is better allocated to living loving and exploring to utter exhaustion.

Let my choices be my (big ass) footprint in the sands of time (Yes, Beyonce started singing in my head just then but whatever).

I remember the impact of Frost's "The Road Not Taken" on my soul. I remember making a promise inside, where only god and I could hear, "that will be me".

Consider this, even your indecision is a decision.