What's in a cup?

 I held my breath  And you let me drown.  I’m so glad that God made me as He did.  A single bird perched on a branch,  Singing tunes she hopes someone understands.  I look back now, I looked back then,  And all I want is to look forward instead.  I’m at a dead end, a cul de sac,  I need to turn around  And learn to swim. 

I think of my childhood. I had dreams then. It was easy to believe in them. It was the only reality I knew. Untainted by all the impossibilities of life and untarnished by the disappointments that were bound to come. Free of burdens my mind could not yet carry. A heart untouched by evil or deceit. And a magical time of innocence. A momentous time of presence. Has believing in your childhood dreams become a lost art? A skill forsaken in the midst of new realities, but one that hounds you, seeks you out, chases you like a looming deadline? Push forward to find the pockets of inspiration that cross your path from time to time! For all that has happened in my life, I now accept and absorb all of what life has served me into my soul, and pray that when you squeeze me out, I will not hold inside me bitterness, rage and resentment, but instead will drip with gratitude, lessons learnt, wisdom gained. How many of us have experienced tragedy? How many of us have experienced pain? I know I am not...

I never saw you before Your laugh, your smile, your tears, your frowns, I never saw them before I didn't know you inside I felt the sting of your pain but I could not refrain from taking it personally. We all have roles to play but I did not know that then in my child's mind and I could not understand why you could not do it all for me but now I see because I am free and I love you all the same. When I saw you dancing in the rain and you laughed and smiled and felt no pain it lifted my pain of you leaving me too soon, long before you passed away and I felt relieved, and I rejoiced every time I saw the rain.

Unberechenbar das Herz einer Frau wie die Meeresströmung ozeanblau und geheimnisvoll Die Hochzeit die Überbrückung einer Meerschwelle vom Allein sein zum Zusammen sein in einem großen Ozean. Die Liebe fließt bergab, dann hin und her wie Ebbe und Flut, und unter Wasser begraben jedoch lebendig Dann plötzlich  Auf dem Gipfel des Glücks bis die hohen Wellen schlagen auf den Strand, den Sand, das Land der Geborgenheit, Vernunft und Zuversicht mit knisternder Champagne zu guten Zeiten.  Dann zurück ins Tiefe, zum Fluss, zum Berg,  wo fällt der Wasserfall bezaubernd und sprudelnd hinab in die Unsterblichkeit und in das All  wo die Liebe verdunstet in aller Ruh' und das Herz zum Neuen sich öffnet in Schauern, Hagel, Nieseln und Schnee, unvergesslich schön.

Connecting social distancing from home with all your friends a sundance

Beten am Nachmittag im Schaukelstuhl  für die ganze Welt Corona Virus

Ruhen  ab jetzt zu Hause ohne jenen physischen Kontakt Unter Quarantäne

Where do the steps of my soul lead when I go downstairs? Do they spiral into darkness and push me underground, where the roots live, so I can understand the source? Where do the steps of my soul lead when I go upstairs? Do they spiral into the light and show me the fruits and flowers that have grown in the meantime? And do I praise God for them instead of praising myself? It's time to look up. It's time to see Him, the Maker, Creator, the one who gives us living water which helps us to grow.