Moving...
Packaging tape to wrap up the memories I want to keep. Boxes to hold the pieces that constitute, what was once my home, to be taken to rebuild a new one. Foundation pieces reflecting that which I have become. Memories drop like leaves from a tree strewn across the floors of the house as I prepare for a new start.
The house I leave is a facade, concealing all the flaws and inadequacies of its construction. A message from the universe? Is it a reflection of my life thus far? From the outside all nice and happy concealing the hurt and heartache underneath. I wonder?
What of my new home? A quaint two bedroom cottage, kitchen that has been refurnished with new cupboards, bathrooms that have been tiled over and everything in its place. A small patch of nature in the form of a pristine garden complete with water feature and jacuzzi. Everything that I have always wanted in a house. Is this a symbol that I have discovered who I am? The facades and masks removed the true me. I wonder?
The world around me seems to symbolize where I am at this moment in time. The more I understand about me and what I am, the more unyielding and inflexible I have become about what I want. And yet at the same time I have become more tolerant of others and the more appreciative of the human condition.
As I delve deep into the recesses of my mind I see the fears which have shaped my life and I now have the courage to face them. The blue on my canvas shimmers, orange the warmth of the sun rising signifying the dawn of a new day, a new life. I dip my brush and apply the colour, my whole being lights up with promises of warmth and light.
I will step forth with my head held high and a song of gratitude in my heart for indeed the Almighty has favored me with a new opportunity to live again :-)
The house I leave is a facade, concealing all the flaws and inadequacies of its construction. A message from the universe? Is it a reflection of my life thus far? From the outside all nice and happy concealing the hurt and heartache underneath. I wonder?
What of my new home? A quaint two bedroom cottage, kitchen that has been refurnished with new cupboards, bathrooms that have been tiled over and everything in its place. A small patch of nature in the form of a pristine garden complete with water feature and jacuzzi. Everything that I have always wanted in a house. Is this a symbol that I have discovered who I am? The facades and masks removed the true me. I wonder?
The world around me seems to symbolize where I am at this moment in time. The more I understand about me and what I am, the more unyielding and inflexible I have become about what I want. And yet at the same time I have become more tolerant of others and the more appreciative of the human condition.
As I delve deep into the recesses of my mind I see the fears which have shaped my life and I now have the courage to face them. The blue on my canvas shimmers, orange the warmth of the sun rising signifying the dawn of a new day, a new life. I dip my brush and apply the colour, my whole being lights up with promises of warmth and light.
I will step forth with my head held high and a song of gratitude in my heart for indeed the Almighty has favored me with a new opportunity to live again :-)
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