Some things are embedded into your soul. Ignites your spirit and fills up your empty spaces. Dance does this for me.
I will always dance.
As I work on my feet and prepare them for pointe shoes I remember exactly how hard it was to be focused on what I love.
First of all it’s painful. I screamed repeatedly the first day back on my toes. You would have thought that someone had taken a hammer to my toes. Literally.
Oh don’t forget the foot cramps. I get a cramp thinking about the cramps.
I’m more focused when I know the end result will be something that makes me smile everyday. Dance makes me smile from the inside out. Yoga brings me peace and dance gives me light at the end of the tunnel.
I’m thankful that I was made with the spirit to endure whatever the universe throws at me. As long as the melody sends me fluttering across the sky I’ll be just fine.
Pick a hobby, listening to a song, play a video game. Just take time to do something you enjoy. Have the best life of your life. This way when you realize there’s no more pain you know you have arrived.
Happy Monday ✨
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Bright and sunny morning outside. The wind smells fresh and cool enough to bring tears from the chill. I’m being thankful.
Monday sweet Monday oh how I adore you.
Listening to Christmas music and playing a couple of hands of digital spades I refresh my spirit. Off tune and lip singing I groove to the beat.
Checking out my social media and trying to be helpful to my fellow writers I embrace the day. Uplifting is a soul filled with kindness. I’m not always the kindest of the kind. (I think I made that word up lol 😂) (nevermind google searched it and it’s a word double 😂 😂)
I stroll and enjoy the thoughts of others. Shake off any negativity and keep it pushing. There’s more important things to think about. I pray quietly for myself and others turn my thoughts to a positive radio station so I can focus on the beauty of this day.
Yes my mind tends to remember the past like any other human my memories can grab a hold of my heart and twist it tight if I allow it to. The trick is to kick those thoughts ass before they can have a pity party. There’s nothing wrong with wanting more for myself than sadness. It’s time to live. Not that the love has faded or that the pain is gone. Those things remain. The only thing that changed is the want to receive the awesomeness that I am being given everyday. It’s available if I want it.
I have to grab hold of smiles and laughter. I have to reach out and say good morning to a stranger. I have to be willing to send peace and blessings out to the universe to receive it back so that’s what I do.
Hello universe I love you!
I know that you love me back 😉
Today I’ll let bygones be bygones and reach outside of my Pandora’s box grab hold of my sanity and unlock the mindset that keeps me captivated by the unnecessary. Dance in the rain of the storm kick off my shoes and open my soul up to gratitude because I made it through another day. Awoke today to happiness and the calmness of life.
Have a happy Monday y’all we earned it! 💋🌺
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Artist David Garibaldi
I tend to channel my inner Kurt Cobain on days when the dream of this world feels the like walls are closing in.
I had a thought today about the beauty of escaping reality. The push and pull of it all.
Where do you go when you’ve lost the things you held dear? What is fear but a door to walk through to prove you can persevere. But for who did you walk through the door for? And who would walk through the door for you?
I’m a introvert. It’s my right to be so.
I thought about the animals locked in cages for humans viewing entertainment. I thought about the fish in the fish bowl just trying to find a place to hide when it no longer wants to be seen.
Who helps them get out when the want and demand continues to keep them in captivity is so great?
I understand that pain. That demand to be no matter how you feel.
I want to share my gifts with others but at what cost to me? My sanity and my soul. I’m not famous. I’m not rich. I don’t even have a house to live in. I gave up my relationship. I pushed my children to the edge and I’m still just a hungry soul striving to express myself. Striving to express what the oppressed feel everyday.
It’s a lonely space when your stuck in a bubble. Doesn’t matter if it’s a bubble you created or a bubble created for you.
C. L Cunningham
Looking through the looking glass and I still can’t see my future 🔮