Having Everything

Thanksgiving was different this year. The anticipation of putting up Christmas decor and writing Christmas lists simmered as I marveled in the present. I have everything I need. My family is complete and whole, my future is still bright, and my motivation to live for a cause has never been higher. I am growing up. I have always been taught to not worry or stress because destiny will take its course either way. Often, I like every other human being on this planet asked the infamous question "why?" Why did I have to go through all that stress and heartache just to get the end result I hoped for? I heard a voice kindly refute, "You knew not to worry-- your destiny was there all along." Perhaps that is my current life lesson-- I know not to worry, because my destiny is still there, placed somewhere in space all while I wait for this thing called the earth's rotation or simply time to spin faster until I reach it-- but I will reach it. I will get there. I am stranded on an island with no choice of a favorite item, but love has become my habitat and I'm okay with that. I'm okay with little or lots, I am certain despite the excess or deprivation-- there really is no mourn for more, no quake of emptiness. As many impatient tears fall, there's a sure hope deep down on the inside of me that keeps me focused, that keeps the world spinning and time going faster drawing me closer each day to my destiny that awaits. I'm coming.
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Enjoy The Journey

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Tonight, the candlelight is my fireplace
The rain, my symphony
The gloom of today my fuel
and the floating hope of tomorrow my chimney.
But such furniture indignant and beautiful need no axe,
yet such heart content need no embellishment. I relish in embellishment.
I simmer in plenty, I tend to tens of a thousand things, and yet I am a chair.
I, warmth and care, cushioned and positioned with perfection's poise,
indignant and beautiful need no axe.
Yet, the fire is hungry.
My arms cold and shapely, my purpose still for one.
I hold myself so tightly, matching even the vainest vanity, still it is my destiny but what about the fire? The purpose lost with thoughts, moth-like in their frolic. However, beauty is like a flower but I am still a chair. Legs aching and waiting, am I all that's fair? But like the cloud, I'm proceeding up then out of this damp rancid place, take the axe and reshape me to fit through the gate. I once began life with you in mind but that was just a dance. Now I've seen what's become of truth and I'm a free romance. I sit and stare at life down there and finally I beckon. I hold a soul too dear to axe just to make a furnace full. I remember that my mold is from a tree of life whole.

See and Beelieve

Yesterday I was doing a photoshoot, and my photographer had a phrase stitched on his backwards hat. As I am finding inner inspiration for the shoot, I glance up and read, "Do What Moves You." I couldn't help but do like Tyra, and smile with my eyes. Do what moves you. Amongst a society promoting the American Dream, and endless five-year plans, I find very few who are doing what moves them. Perhaps, some are and they do not see it manifest yet, like the college student who "has a bright future," but all they can think about is their present piles of homework and demanding schedule permitting little time for the application of what's been learned. Working jobs to make ends meet, wishing high school would have required more life management classes than easy A electives...(but that's another blog in itself!). I remember filling out my career chart in high school, and all I knew I wanted to do was perform. As many options as there were, I couldn't outweigh the destiny I knew was meant for me. With a cause and a persistent drive that won't leave, I chase my destiny. I may not be apart of the 5-year plan society brands us all to, most artists are not, but my plan A won't fail. Why? I have decided to believe in it. I have decided to do what moves me. Yes, there are days, oh those days where I have to squint hard to see what I'm believing for. There are tears here and there because my eyes get tired, but I've come to realize that quitting does not have to be our way out. What if our way of escape is pushing harder, living fuller, seeing today for what it is? What if we live in the present and do what we know to do today? If we do what inspires us and apply what we've learned to those around us, we can spread progression and movement. So, what if we do what we love? See it and beelieve it. Do what moves you.
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