The absence of sound is the beginning of wisdom.
Wondering about the rising bubbles and taking care not to pop them, my mind turns to the hidden breath that resides within, trapped in time.
The Innocence we begin as, is what we return to. A return to purposeful thought and discernment. Yet I recall nothing of the first light and the resounding answers in the dark.
The fear I felt as child may have been real but is lost to time and the fear remains, traveling toward the end. Where is the end? This birthday or the next? Turning 50 is not as bad as the world reveals. I feel I have just begun. A new life. Adventure awaits. All the things I have not or could not do for various reasons, mostly at my own fault and reasoning. I certainly fear the rising phoenix in the room. Although this time I will rise to conquer myself.
Who brands me the quiet one when I feel the urge to speak?
They have real courage and I am left to find strength to overcome.
And so the mind rambles through and over and never ends because once my feet have hardened on a particular road, another pair of feet are born. Another way to travel.
In fear and trembling, destiny’s road perishes.
With courage, horizons come to light.
I begin my Sundays with this thought and why I led them towards the end of today’s ramblings, well I begin a fresh note and leave last week’s musings alone, for awhile. Pick them up, again, when the time seems right.
Have a great week. Happy writing, J 🙂