Sometimes you have to remove your presence without removing your impression.
Sometimes you have to remove your presence without removing your impression.
I had to become attached so I could detached.
I had to let go of what held me back, before I could receive what called me forward.
I let those misconceived ideas fall by the wayside.
I let those preconceived opinions sail into the abyss.
I let it go.
I let it be.
For I knew I was born free.
For I knew I would be again.
I simply let it go.
And, I simply let it be.
How do you balance a public profile being a private person? I’m writing while I’m thinking, because the subject often comes up, especially, as a blog writer.
Often the stories, poems, and prose are not even about me. But sometimes they are. Other times they are about parts of me or the people I see if that makes sense. Whatever the true subject or objective, the words used to express or describe are indeed mine. So, however, I dress it up, essentially, they are subjectively about something connected to me.
On a personal note, I keep everything close to the vest. I rarely disclose personal details about my life, my friends, my plans, or my family (directly). I’ve been this way as long as I can remember. If I do, then that means you’ve earned a level of trust somewhere in my mind and heart. A level that says similar to how I treat those who share their lives with me, you’re not going to go and shout what I say from the mountaintop. I cherish these relationships because they are difficult to find and hard to keep.
I’d liked to say this originated when I first heard the story of Zachariah in Bible school pre-adolescent, and subconsciously, it may have. However, I’m not convinced that’s true.
I’ve watched people over the years and in watching them, I’ve learned a great deal about boundaries. Everyone’s boundaries are different and I like to keep mine like a fortress at times, if not all the time. The problem I learned about living in a fortress is when you need help, it’s hard for help to find a way in. So the almighty and I struck a balance. He places people in my life I know I can trust and confirms their placement by their actions. It has been working thus far.
I’m sure I’ve been burned in the past, but that’s not what this is about. I am also an artist as I previously wrote earlier in this written dialogue currently happening in my head. And the craft of an artist is extremely public and often very personal. Whether the craft envelopes the artist’s personal challenges, triumphs, or something in between the content is almost always raw.
Thus my actual personal life, I like to keep personal and private. Not necessary a secret, but definitely private.
I had an encounter today with a friend girl of mine who innocently indirectly shared a personal component of my life on a public platform. She was only providing encouragement. Encouragement, I greatly appreciated. However, upon having a quick conversation she quickly understood and respected my wishes that I’d rather not have certain components of my life publicly discussed or commented on overtly. I am grateful for that and for her because others might have misinterpreted my call for discretion. And, turned a molehill into a mountain.
Said interaction brought me back to this confession moment. I regularly share my thoughts, experiences, and beliefs on an array of subjects on my blog and on my community Facebook page. I do so willingly and without reservation. Mainly, in hopes, it liberates someone secretly struggling with similar issues. If my transparency can save a life, provide hope, or simply let someone in the universe know they are not alone, then it’s worth it!
We live in a society where fear, shame, emotional distress, and emotional pain are bottled up until they blow up. So I write to let others know, they are indeed not alone, and most of what we battle are temporary distractions. If my public artist heart can save one soul then the open declarations are worth it every time.
Having said that, I was raised in the church. More specifically, I was raised in a church where every Sunday before communion the Pastor would call all those who had “sinned” during the week up to confess their sins one-by-one into the microphone, publicly, in accordance with our church doctrine before the entire church body. Sometimes these lines were ten to fifteen people deep. And, even after confessing their “sins”, they would each have to stand before the church before he prayed for them out loud about their specific “sin” before they were allowed to be seated.
This practice struck me as odd and invasive. Yet, for 18 years I watched the same people, week after week form a line down the right aisle waiting to be redeemed before as a church body, we could take communion. The practice troubled me, but it was tradition and it was not until years later I would experience something different, so I watched in silence week after week, month after month, and year after year until I was 18th and no longer required to attend church. Did my need for personal privacy stem from this, who knows? But, I do know I had my own silent struggles, I never felt comfortable sharing because of this practice and they followed me into adulthood.
So there was always an invisible shield on my internal thoughts for most of my life. I’m not saying I was muted but definitely guarded. And as luck would have it, for good reasons at times. So it’s rare and special when I really can be truly open on a personal level. I’m not harboring dark secrets. I just enjoy the sanctity of my personal life remaining personal.
Still seeking the right balance between publicly transparent and privately personal.
Understanding the metaphysical barriers of your life will open new doors and create new pathways.
Religion has earned a bad reputation, because of its misapplication. So we adopt spirituality, because of the hand instead of the hammer.
In seeking my truth, I would much whether be offered a hand than a hammer.
However, if I have a handful of nails instead of a handful of questions, please hand me the hammer.
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Who is she?
What does she like?
Who does she like?
What does she want?
When does she want it?
Where did she pivot?
Why did she evolve?
How would you know?
When was the last time you spent any time learning the answers?
Your relationship with self is a mirrored image of your relationship with God the universe.
If you rely on others to cultivate your worth, what happens when their view changes?
Sometimes it’s not as much about the reason as it is about the season.
I love cooking metaphors.
When the cake rises, take the cake out of the oven.
The oven has served its purpose and if you leave the cake in too long, it will burn.
Now that the cake is out, let it cool, and turn the oven off.
We often spend so much time and energy analyzing the reason a season has ended, instead of enjoying the fruits of the decision bringing it to completion.
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The cake is done.
Cut the cake.
Eat the cake.
Share the cake.
Or save pieces of the cake for later, but the key is – the cake is done regardless of the steps taken to make it rise.
The reason may satisfy some embedded curiosity, but it will not un-bake the cake.
When it becomes too much, I release what I have observed.
I release what I have noticed.
I release what I have felt.
I release what I have heard.
I release what does not belong to me.
It is the only way I can truly remain free.
Thus, I must let it be.
For the branches of this tree are not for me.
I recognize, I was the witness and not the participant.
It was worth every step.
Not the image of who I hoped to be.
But the reality of who I am.
Every rock overturned.
Every stone moved aside.
The madness of self-discovery begins with self-forgiveness.
Forgiveness for who I thought I was.
Forgiveness for who I really am.
Forgiveness for who I portrayed you to be.
Forgiveness for who you painted me to be.
The wary traveler finally found a home.
And, it isn’t under a glass snow-filled dome.
My canvas is a masterpiece.
The colors collide.
The scenery pops.
No one gets the chance to draw lots.
Yes, I’ve traveled through madness to find me.
In exactly the place I needed to be.
I am now truly set free.
2017’s curtain is about to close. Make sure it closes the door on your misconceived limitations of self and God. If God is for us, who then can be against us? No one! (Romans 8:31) If God lives in us and through us what can we not accomplish? Nothing! (John 15:5)
You ever feel yourself shift. I am not referring to a physical movement, but a metaphysical one. It happens when the dots literally and figuratively start connecting almost imperceptibly.
One seemingly insignificant event propels you into action. Each subsequent action confirms the previous one. And, then it happens, coordinated elevation.
It is in that moment your vision expands and your knowledge awakens. Like a well-oiled machine, you began to level up. The shifting is so smooth, it’s almost imperceptible. Yet, your spiritual awareness allows you see the navigation happening as you move pass each level.
The skies open, the band plays, and the performers sings, it’s shifting time. Get ready, get ready, get ready!
If you haven’t trained your metaphysical being, you will miss it! If you have, your bags are already packed! So, lace-up your cross fits & enjoy the fruits of your labor.
You cannot get something from something that does not exist…I went to a buffet because I wanted O.J. I located grapefruit juice. It clearly stated grapefruit on the label. Why am I then surprised to find I’m holding a cup of grapefruit juice, instead of the orange juice I wanted?
It’s not the buffets fought. It had no part in my decision. The buffet table simply presented me with options. I looked at the labels and still choose the very thing I did not want or need.
It’s an open book test and the answers are highlighted.
Your vision will always follow your speech. You cannot plant a rose garden with nothing but salted rocks as seeds!
The squandered chance. The sacrifice made. The nerves twisted. The bloodshed seeped through wounded bones.
Flash forward a thousand years. Everyone give your loudest cheer. The past is now in the rear. As evident by the single tear.
Yet, you query what has changed. How have you rearranged? Still wearing the same soiled skins. Still refusing to make amends.
The cost paid. The memories raid. The pain sears through chartered veins. No longer do you ride these lanes. For fear of releasing the pent-up reins.
The doors closed.
The windows locked.
The shutters fell.
The lights went out.
No one knew what it was all about.
Yet, whispers slowly became shouts.
The choice still wavering.
The memory fading.
She looked away.
She could no longer hold off a decision.
As we watched the sun arisen.
Living in a world scripted by imposters. Walking in a land inhabited by puppets. Speaking of a people no longer listening. Born from dirt and grit. Welded together with stone and iron. Reviving a vision no longer present. Rising above the waffling tides, you finally found the treasure hidden inside.
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