Day 193: Reclaim Your Power


I posted recently to my Facebook Community page regarding forcing yourself to let go of the memories and situations still causing you pain long after the event has ended. Many people engaged with the post. Which brings me here.

The human condition is self-persevering. We are all flawed in one way or another. Some of us have done the work and know our greatest flaws. For us, we work to minimize the adverse impact of these human internal defects on others.

There are those of us oblivious to our character defects. We are the most dangerous because we inflict pain on others completely unaware of the negative impact we leave on their lives and our own lives further perpetuating the cycle of pain.

Then there are those within our population who know our impact but inflict pain regardless as a way to reclaim what they believe has been taken from them. These are our narcissistic sociopaths. Beware of them, the blame is almost always external.

However, regardless of the type of person we encounter, the path forward is the same. Cut the anchor cord. No one and I repeat, there is no one capable of hindering your purpose, your happiness, your joy, or your peace unless you allow it. Sometimes our brains attempt to make a connection to a new situation because it resembles a past experience. Listen to it and do not assume it’s about the past situation.

For some, I recognize when I speak or write it comes off as aloof. However, that’s because you’re looking at the cake and not the ingredients and prep time it took to make the cake.

Getting to a place where nothing phases you requires purposeful, dedicated, and long-suffering actions to reach the place I often write from. This is not an overnight enlightenment. You can’t put it in a microwave and expect all to be well in two minutes and fifteen seconds. You have to do the work. And, you have to be honest. I mean completely honest. Honest about your part. Honest about their part. Honest about your true feelings about it all. Then and only then can you start to remove the bricks from your heart, your mind, and your soul.

I pray for peace on the reader of this post. You are strong. You are powerful. You control your thoughts or your thoughts will control you.

Be blessed and do the work.

Humbly submitted,

EYHCS

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Day 318: Twisted Redemption


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.

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Day 5: Conflicted Mourning


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This was not the intended first published piece of 2017.

I have written other works of art centered around my reflective learnings of 2016. I wrote the inspired words and set them aside. I learned this technique awhile back. Write with passion. Write with emotion. Write whatever comes forth then set it aside. Forget about the infused emotional, thoughtful, and provoking life I left on the screen. Let their fire dim. Let their virtuosity wane. Let logic overrule. Let the pain and anguish of their meaning flicker out like the last flame of a well-burnt candle.

Then and only then return to the scene. Shift through the ashes. Search out the treasures. Breathe in the remnants of what remains. Ask the only question that matters. Are the words still true? Publish, if yes. Revamp, if no.

My confliction causes me to break away, if only for tonight, from this writing ritual.

Prepared I knew. We are not a family of jesters. Sure, we joke and laugh at the appropriate times. Yet, we are planners and thinkers. He had been preparing my mother. And, my mother had been preparing us. So I knew. I was prepared.  I was aware. The signs came with each fleeting day.  I expected the call more than once. I knew what steps to take in order to be available. I held back tears with each new revelation. The diagnosis was clearer with each update. Not through what was said, but by what was withheld.

The urgency came. The call was made. The words were spoken. He’s passed away she spoke. There it is. The confliction of heart, mind, and spirit. I feel it. I cannot fully name it, but I sense it. The heart aches because his temporal presence has left. The mind is grateful the pain and confusion he experienced in his final days are over. The spirit rejoices because his soul now rests where no more harm can come to him in the form of “treatment”. I feel it all and I feel none of it. The medical attempts to save him reduced his quality of life in the final weeks, if not months, so I pray his mother and my grandmother greets him upon his arrival as her memory consoles me now.

I feel it all and I feel none of it. The medical attempts to save him reduced his quality of life in the final weeks, if not months, so I pray his mother and my grandmother greets him upon his arrival as her memory consoles me now.

For this is how I learned to express what is sometimes inexpressible. I am a stoic soul with a complex heart. It is here the emotions intersect with the logic to usher in the therapy mere condolences cannot bring. Here my gift allows me to sit in my Father’s lap. In a place, my stoic soul with a complex heart – can experience the caress that does not bend and does not break. For this was not the intended published first piece of 2017, but it was needed.

You will be missed, but not forgotten.

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