Tell Us Your Story…

May 15, 2022

Continued from I Thought to Write of Bloodshed and War…

Tell of the many hundred years

My grandparents stood tall in the forests

On the mountain sides breathing life for all and

Giving their lives—so that I could live.

Their stories I hold close in the treasure chest of my heart. Precious memories must be remembered and told often in times of war.”

“Go on.” said the pen, “Tell us more.”

Where to begin?

My ancestors’ end is my beginning so here will I start:

…and at each turn where once upon a time monsters stood guard—now only dust and flowers remained.

The end.

Thank you for stopping by to say hello!

With love and gratitude,

©️NZain 💚

I Thought to Write of Bloodshed and War…

April 14, 2022

I thought to write of bloodshed and war, but

The paper stared in blank defiance at the pen poised en garde in my left hand.

And then, said the paper to the pen,

“Not a single drop will you spill this day on my sacred ground.”

The pen, utterly confused not knowing quite how to respond looked up at me for some sort of reassurance. I however, in complete amazement at the courage of a single piece of paper to resist atrocities of words–simply lay the pen down.

After a long retreated silence; the paper, pen and I began peace talks.

“What would you have me write, dear paper?”

And the single piece of paper, with a fresh blush of encouragement, looked up at us both, “Write of my ancestors—the trees—and the water which formed and shaped me.

Tell of the many hundred years

My grandparents stood tall in the forests

On the mountain sides breathing life for all and

Giving their lives—so that I could live.

Their stories I hold close in the treasure chest of my heart. Precious memories must be remembered and told often in times of war.”

“Go on.” said the pen, “Tell us more.”

To be continued…

With love and gratitude,

©️NZain

And This Is Enough.

February 4, 2022

There was a scratching at her heart;

A twinge in her belly.

She couldn’t place her finger on it.

It was just a knowing that something…something or someone

(It didn’t seem to matter anymore what) would happen…as it does.

As it does. And this

Was enough

To settle her fears into a gentle softening–

Just like the soft glow around the light of a candle gently flickering.

It was enough to allow her gaze

To go beyond the darkness across the horizon and

Into the realm of luminous beauty unknown

Before this previous moment.

That was past.

This moment however, is

Ever present and ever expanding into a future moment which arrives…as it does.

And this is enough.

With love and gratitude,

NZAIN 💚

Hi friends! Wishing you all a very happy and healthy new beginnings. I have not been around much lately as I am up to my eyeballs in anatomy studies and massage therapy…and I love it! So I may not comment much, but I still read your posts when I can and I love them too! Always I am inspired by each one of you and I am grateful for our connection here on WP. Take care and be well. 😊

Bittersweet Life! Oh What a Trickster You Are!

January 1, 2022

When the unexpected but hoped for thing happened (and quite out of the blue)

And when it became clear that All would be well despite appearances to the contrary—

She decided it was a good time to stop feeling bad and instead light a little light in her heart. And so she chose. Always, it was her choice.

But who alone can carry on without some Hope and reassuring words of Perseverance?

Ignoring the cruel remarks of those who so desperately wanted to keep company…she instead listened to the deep sighs of her own breath exhaling and the gentle sound of her heart beating in time with the rhythm of life.

“Bittersweet Life! Oh what a trickster you are! I can’t help but laugh at your absurd jokes!”

And when she looked around and saw the sorry state she was in, covered in muck, she thought, “How would it be to grow as a Lotus flower?”

No sooner did the thought arise, she felt a tingling sensation in her limbs, urging her not to push against, but to pull up with all her strength and determination.

Up and out.

Her legs reaching past the point of breaking—she would not fall down. Not this time. She would not let pain and discomfort bribe her back into the pit. She would not let their guilty cries distract her from realizing her one true nature.

Joy. Freedom. Love.

She let out a powerful scream, “I AM WORTHY!” And then, with a final exhale, exhausted she softly lay her head down in the cool green grass beside a clear flowing spring, resting her body and soul deeply in God’s peace she discovered she knew…

What is it she discovered? Share your thoughts in the comments!

With love and gratitude,

©️ NZain 💚

Stuck in a Honey Pit

December 30, 2021

I got caught

In a pit.

A bottomless abyss;

Stuck.

In.

Honey.

Oh she seemed so sweet!

That first taste; sticky

Mixed with deceit.

Intoxicating.

In.

Toxic.

Honey.

And people told me,

“You should be

Sooooo

Happy!”

Well, instead I got angry.

And let me tell you, a little bit of anger goes a

Loooong way! A fire that burns away impurities and reveals gold.

Because sometimes,

Anger in just the right dose

Can cure the toxic affects of sweet deceit. And so,

After I pulled myself up and out–

I looked down…

In sympathy.

Because, the truth is:

There are so many like me struggling to get free…

Looking forward to a new adventure into the unknown, unpredictable and entirely absurd wondrous world we call home. Wishing us all a healthy new year!

With peace and cheer,

©️2021 Nina 💚

Loving the Unlovable.

November 21, 2021

There is in me a piece

Unloved. For this piece is

Unlovable. Unruly.

Even I don’t like this piece.

And yet, there is in me this piece.

(Unlovable and unloved. Unruly.)

A piece of my whole being wants to

Take something for fear of not having it and

Doesn’t understand how

By acting this way

Something is lost.

Something is always lost and then,

Must be be recovered.

Again and again–

Until this piece learns to be a lover; learns

To be a integral part of the whole.

Learns to play by rules meant not to punish, but to provide.

Learns to be lovable and loved…and so much more than just a piece.

Already this piece is listening and recognizes the pain caused to the whole of my being and that’s enough for now. It is enough now, just to sit with and embrace this piece, lonely and frightened, with the whole of my being, in love, allowing this piece to feel love move through the whole of me…kissing away tears and smoothing back judgements. It is enough for now.

With love and gratitude,

NZain 💚

@ukiezhinka