Struggle For Survival

She died a hard death - that part of me that clung to responsibilities that were never hers to begin with.

Small wonder.

She thought it was her sole purpose for being.

Life Patterns

Life patterns are not easily recognized - probably because they are so much a part of who we are and how we relate to the world.

My dreams lately have been showing me that I have returned to an old pattern - one that does not work well for me, at that.

I watched and waited patiently for this pattern to reveal itself more fully to me.

Once I started creating spaces in my life for my health and well-being, this pattern was reflected in my eating habits.

Surprise, surprise!

The tendency to put too much on my plate started happening once again. This is when I noticed that I was taking on too much in other areas of my life, as well.

Work that a large part of me did not even want to do; but a small part of me did not want to give up.

What small part of me feels so rewarded by this work that it is content to bury me in it - to the point where there is no energy left to enjoy the finer parts of life?

Curious!

The Dusty Rose

She lived in a world of broken promises,
no one to call her own.
She craved the love that others took for granted,
but she had never known.

A tender smile, a gentle touch,
she watched as others received.
But not for her these loving things,
"I'm not worthy," she believed.

People were not to be trusted
she soon made up her mind.
She would avoid them at all costs
and turn to food of any kind.

Avoid the pain of being rejected,
avoid the heartaches and tears.
And through this decision made in youth,
she wasted thirty years.

Then her body revolted
causing her much pain;
forcing her to take the risks
needed to make a change.