Hero

Keepers of the Key

We have met before

Always a Choice

Where to from now....

Back

I stood behind people and had their back. I'm sorry but I don't feel anyone has mine.
-When I'm asking "Come on, give me a break", I know I'm thinking someone owes me something -but no one does and ever will.

This thought is not the choice of a champion.

In the Airport Traveling to the Image in the TV

Fire Demon

My Fire Demon is called Calsifer. It is the voice that speaks loudly to me. Calsifer has become more persistent and without rest or peace or harmony. I now speak my thoughts out loud. When they enter the world I am shocked. They crossed over from mind into voice. And I must appear crazy. But my thoughts, even though they come at me, loudly and without pretense are still something I can chose. I am different from a plant or dog in that I can chose the thoughts, even if they came to me in an uncontrolled way.

In your desire to be acknowledged, you say your thoughts are what they are and this is where I am. And leave it at that. As if you are a victim of your circumstance that has caused you to have such thoughts in the first place. Your solution seems to be that you should not be having that experience to have caused you to feel the way you do. But what is needing to happening is happening, and the experience you are having, is the one you need to have at this moment. And you chose your thoughts from the ones you are having and you chose your outcome from the input you are getting.
Not choosing is also a choice.

A very wise Korean man once told me: "If you are not part of the solution you are part of the problem."

¿Familiar?

It's Just Not the Same

This is your favorite. I ate it instead. Your food.

I am staying just below where we always enjoyed a long layover.

Thinking about your stories of a young girl in a hot country.

Wish you were sitting across from me like the old times.

Found II

A childhood safe haven found again and shared.

Found

These are called morning glories. They have always fascinated me as a child. They come in beautiful purple and white. I loved this flower. Then I got told it was a weed. I was sad, as I compared this one to other weeds like black jacks that take over and kill other plants to survive. This morning glory strangles its host for survival.

But I still like this 'flower'. Its complexity.

Lost III

Lost II

She had a diamond ring on her finger.  We thought she was hungry.  But she just wanted company. She stood like this for twenty minutes while we ate.

Lost

ON THIS DAY - Hand in Hand