Remembering How on That Day the World Changed Once Again…For Ever. 🙏🏻

September 11, 2022

Remembering how on that day the world changed once again…for ever.

Do you remember ‘that day’? How has your life changed? And how are you adapting to change? Here, I know—I am traveling in good company. There is no reason to hide from changes already made.

Everywhere I look, beauty surrounds me, even behind me. And presently, I am looking forward (and both ways) before crossing this road into my future. Who knows what changes I will discover along the way…for ever.

NZain🦋

Letting Things Be…

September 10, 2022

Letting things be as they are

not as I think they should be: this for me

is freedom. Accepting

what is just

as it is without

judgement or the need

to control or

even to change

any one

thing

is…?

You tell me. (In the comments below)

–NZain🦋

Thank you for visiting and sharing your thoughts here. As always, dear friend, you are appreciated!

How I Look at You😊

September 4, 2022

If you could see yourself

as I do—for isn’t this why

we need one another—to shine in

each other’s light? In your

presence I am

all myself smiling—at you. Smiling

back at you; reflecting what

is already seen. If you could see

how I

look at you

then you would see yourself

as I do.

–NZain

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 💚