Thankful for the turning point in my mind that made that choice possible. The situation anyone finds themselves in at any given point does not change, however Life goes on regardless.

     Have you ever had a dream that left you bafled??  Have you ever had an experience that made you question, turn, or think what in the world??  As an author, writer, dancer, artist or actor, the ability to create art allows you to put yourself in a realm of expressed inner sentiments, thoughts, dreams. The ability to develop, lyrics, movement, photography, art and creativity in general,  expressess the vision of what is otherwise ingrained in an indiviual’s mind. It is the expression of those sentiments and deep inner thinking that moves and allows for expression in some form

  As mentioned before the idea of Six Things to Trash, Six Things To Treasure was intitally a dream.  I had a dream about my father and I watching a basketball game.  In my daily mantras, thoughts, and journey my focus is to think of those things I need to continue to treasure in my life and the things, I need to trash.  The list of things to trash is thankfully a revolving thought process as it should be.  As I think of those concepts within myself that I don’t care to carry, I trash them.  Self-doubt, Fear, lack of voice, perfectionism, responding to negative stimuli.  I keep them in check understanding that the awareness allows me to free myself if ever they decide to creep as an identity.  It allows me to understand I can change that, and move on the next improvement as I see it surface in the present. 

  The things I treasure, forgiveness, self acceptance, acceptance of others, my son and daughter my rocks, my family.  The never ending list of those people that have gone out of their way to help me, forever thankful.   I understand I take steps that are short and steps that are long at times, nevertheless steps.  I also see myself learning, growing, developing, journey, Metamorphosis. 

  I have learned that forgiveness is freedom of your soul and self, the chains that bind the negativity of the energy of resentfullness and bitterness is released as a choice is made to focus that energy into positivity and encouragement for a greater purpose. 

 I have learned that faith and believing in God or a higher entity for that matter is peace, liberation, acceptance, for if God loves me as I am who am I to judge.

  I have learned that self acceptance is a gift, and a long overdue realism to myself.

I have learned the power of allowing outside negativity in words and actions to remain as a moment, that is all that moment deserves.  To give it any more time then that would be wasted energy.

 I have learned that life is a gift, and thank you Mr. Tolle for your expressions in words I could not think of myself,  Surrender allows for freedoom to become reality.

My father’s dream last night, he is my angel.  I never think of him with anxiety or sadness, it is a comfortinig thought to me.  In my dream, he came, sat by a park benck under the Tree of Life to kiss me on the forehead once again.  His words.  “With great power, comes great responsibility.”  I woke up, I think and sat up in my bed, or I dreamed about it.  I am not sure.  I did wonder to myself, why is he talking in English?  I do not understand some of the things that happen in my life, but surrender has thought me, I don’t have to.  I continue to learn, grow and move forward in this journey called life.  Thank you for teaching me and for all your patience and support.  Peace to all, Love.

Live, Laugh, Love Motivate and Inspire

I know I will

Today, I am thankful.

We bloom and grow in our own ways. Life may determine the soil and terrain, but essentially, our development at any given time is a gift to our existence.

Quotes I Enjoy.

In 1992, my first official work was published.  Mrs. Kushen was the first teacher to believe in my writing.  The local High School had a literary magazine that published poetry, short stories and lyrics.  She encouraged me back then to become an author.  I recall telling her that I didn’t think I had the ability, and that I was an athlete not an author.  Her reply, “when you write your first book, I want a copy.”  Her reply surprised and humbled me, I could not say back then, “I am an author,” without a question mark after the word author.  She went on to submit some of my poetry and lyrics to local magazines.  She also asked if she could keep some of my writing, my reply, sure? I didn’t understand what she saw in me, perhaps fear of believing, I was not ready, or as I understand now it happens when it is meant to be.

My young mind could not phantom the ideal of living in the present moment.  The realization that futures are constructions that create progress one day at a time.  Fears are the things we create as we predispose ideals of failures when the first step was only a dream and never an action.

The short story is based on the book All Quiet on the Western Front.  The assignment was suppose to be a perspective from the soldiers at war.  I was unable to see the dark side in the human, and so my writing reflected the epiphany of a soldier’s life.   This is the first published short story and work.  Mrs. Kushen thank you for seeing me with your eyes as I did not see myself at the time.

My name is Paul Baumer, and I am a German soldier.  It might seem awkward, that a German would write a letter to his enemy, but I must tell you what I did, and how I feel.

I shall attempt to explain war, for you must at least get an idea of what a solder’s life in was is like.  Otherwise, you may never know how life can cause a sudden death.  How life runs through your hands, as water slides and plays with the rocks in a water fall.  You’ll never know until you actually live it just like I did.

If you Mrs. Duval, could have seen from faraway, smelled what I smelled, and feel what I felt, then, you would understand what I’m talking about.  If you would have been able to feel the air, the wind of death brushing against your cheeks, and sometimes unexpectedly knocking you down, one by one they perish.  I’ve seen death at its worst.  Nothing in war has been good.  At the front the souls come and go, without a place to go.  Gray, gray, gray, everywhere.  Little rivers of red glowing through the gray.  The smell, that awful smell of fresh blood everywhere.  Only someone that has lived through this, only that person will understand what I’m trying to say.

I was lost in an abyss.  I did not know the difference between life and death, “Is this life after death, or am I living it?”  I wondered.  How can you tell these two apart when all you ever saw was gray, red blood, and death itself.  Wake-up, wake-up! I can’t.  I’m not dreaming, I’m living this.

There I was living and at the same time dying.

I jumped for cover, silence, I hear foot steps, coming closer and closer.  I can hear my heart beating fast, trying to keep it quiet so he wouldn’t hear me.  My hands on my knife and I, sweating, waiting for the right moment.  One blow is all it would take, either him or me, heads or tails, a coin toss, I win.  Drove the knife right through his throat, lifeless.  I got closer to him to make his death comfortable he was terrified.  That is when I found out that an enemy is no monster, but only a victim, used by power, just like I was.

I was going crazy.  I did not know what was going on.  Confused, shock.  I believed this was hell.  I was in hell, and I have been dead without knowing.  Nervously, I reached into his pocket.  I had to do it, I had to know more about him now that I knew he was more like me.  Who was this man that destiny played a game, and with no mercy has put him into my life and killed him right before my eyes.  I saw his family, I looked at him.  I knew I would never be able to replace the life of this man.  This is when I saw you for the first time.  I killed a man.  I killed your husband.  Forgive me.

Sincerely,

German Soldier

World War I

 

The story of turmoil of another man.  I am fortunate that I can see that life is worth living, that wars are created out of misunderstanding, chaos, and lack of communication.  When the winter has passed, summer arrives.  After the sun sets, morning comes and the sun rises.  Fall empties the tree of it’s green and splendor, and spring revives, the life.  The only race that is worth running is no race at all. We create our present.

This moment is all we are given, and my moments are of positive thoughts, encouragement, the power of forgiveness, acceptance of my own mistakes, contributions, the ability to leave those where they belong, behind, and contentment, with the present, the foundations of my better tomorrow.

Life is worth living.

 

 

 

 

Light is a place

with careful embrace

we all have access

it is meant for the masses

each of us has insight

to our own inner light

Some of us see it

some of us feel it

some understand

some simply stand

it is the inner source

that feeds the core

the peaceful place

the sweet embrace

where stillness lives, breaths, sleeps, plays, laughs, loves

the place where only positive thoughts are allowed

a place each of us is given

individual to others forbidden

it is your place, to center, Live, Laugh, Love, Motivate and Inspire

Your Soul

 

 

 

 

Life is a place
we should all embrace
we are given one
before you know it, is gone
we define who we are
how we live, how to laugh, how we grow
we define our own happiness
we define our self worth
we define ourselves within our self
not on anyone else
To embrace the moment
is to live beyond a sonnet
to understand who we are
is a gift beyond whatever was
LIVE HAPPY

Six Things to Trash Six Things to Treasure, still on the works. Soon enough, a website will be created to continue to portray those ideals and the things I love, books, encouragement, lyrics, poetry. Six Things to Trash Six
Things to Treasure for the college students, women, work environment, stay at home mothers, working mothers, nurses.

May my life inspire you and the life of those I write about in my upcoming website and inbox magazine inspire you as well. Life is a Gift.