A Good Woman

A good woman is proud. She respects herself and others.
She is aware of who she is.
She neither seeks definition from the person she is with, nor does she expect them to read her mind.
She is quite capable of articulating her needs.
A good woman is hopeful.
She is strong enough to make all her dreams come true.
She knows love, therefore she gives love.
She recognizes that her love has great value and must be reciprocated.
If her love is taken for granted, it soon disappears.
A good woman has a dash of inspiration and a dabble of endurance.
She knows that she will at times have to inspire others to reach the potential God gave them.
A good woman knows her past, understands her present and forces toward the future.
A good woman knows God.
She knows that with God the world is her playground, but without God she will just be played with.
A good woman does not live in fear of the future because of her past. Instead, she understands that her life experiences are merely lessons meant to bring her closer to self-knowledge and unconditional self-love…

Kahlil Gibran on pain

And a woman spoke, saying, “Tell us of Pain.”

And he said:

Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.

Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.

And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy;

And you would accept the seasons of your heart, even as you have always accepted the seasons that pass over your fields.

And you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief.

Much of your pain is self-chosen.

It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self.

Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy in silence and tranquility:

For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by the tender hand of the Unseen, And the cup he brings, though it burn your lips, has been fashioned of the clay which the Potter has moistened with His own sacred tears.

WHEN DO I THINK OF YOU?

I think of you in the peace
solitude and stillness of the early a.m., for
you are tranquility.

I think of you on an ocean’s front,
for you are the roar of the waves,
the power of the sea, and the salt in the air.

I think of you amidst a crowd
and the chorus of city sounds
…for that is my song, and you are the music.

You are my first thought of each new day,
and the last image I glimpse, as my eyes are
closed upon a feathered pillow.

In that secret place called sleep, it is you that
I search for, through shades of darkness and
clouds of cotton.

When do I think of you? Every moment
of my life. And, when the final sleep does come
and if there is thought…
it will be of you.

You Walked Lightly

You walked lightly into my life

Captivating and lovely to my mind,

At first, I never cared who you were

Now I dont know who I am without you,

You kissed me…I felt my world change,

You held me…I heard my heart awaken,

You loved me…And my soul was born anew

You walked lightly Into my life

Now my heart knows who you are

And with every breath, and every step

I take down lonely roads,

Your hand is my staff

Your voice is my guide,

Your strength my shelter

Your passion my awakening

You walked lightly into my life,

And all my pain, You took as your own,

All my fears,You cast into the sea,

All my doubt, Lost in your eyes,

You walked lightly into my life

And no matter if you choose to stay or go,

My life is forever changed

Just because you loved me

For a moment In time.

And because I choose To love you

For the rest of mine.

I Wish My Mother

I wish my Mother would have warned me about the possible pains of being her daughter. She might have drawn me aside as a child and said “Honey, my child, watch out for being afraid to try new things, just look both ways and give crossing a try.”

I wish my mother could have stood tall in all her imperfection and said: “Honey, my sweet child, don’t forget sometimes it’s best not to take yourself or anyone else too seriously, always take your daily dose of joyful abandon.

I wish my mother could have, when I was about 12, taken me on a walk on the ocean shore and reminded me to honor my body, the matter of my spirit, the whole expanding, curving, juicy explosion. The magnificent process of woman making.
I wish my Mother could have been honest about her pain, not defended, nor denied, but said:”Girl, child of mine, here are some of the trouble spots, the edges I have to smooth, the wounds still to be healed. Now your life is your own, but here are the possible pains of being a daughter of mine. Don’t tie yourself too tightly to these pains, these are histories moving through you, not places to stand for the ride.”

Truth

As powerful as love
As deadly as hate

When released your body feels an immediate sense of relief and euphoria.
When contained, it becomes a toxicity that will gnash and grind hungry teeth,
ripping at your soul from the inside out.

Eventually you become subject to its by-products guilt and fear.
There is no mortal mind or body strong enough to hide the strength of truth within them.
To try, is to become a heavy carcass void of emotion, replaced by stone.
No chemical, lover, drink, or amount of denial can suppress Truth.
Closing your eyes to it, will not cause it to vanish into non-existence.

There are many truths that we all hide from. This is the beginning of your journey into a place where the barricades are removed, and the power of truth lies un-guarded. Take with you an eagerness for honesty, and you will find enlightenment and peace to be imminent.