Sometimes we have to go backwards to go forward. I know for me, it has always been a good thing to look back at the things that brought me joy, prosperity, success, knowledge etc. etc. and look at those activities and decide whether or not they’re worth doing again. I’m stoked for this new decade and anticipate that I will take many of those old things and weave them into my journey along with the new.

Everything is old. Everything is new again.

This decade, I have the gift of a grandchild to inspire, love and teach. She is a great little meme and copycat, and a good workout partner who loves the outdoors and hanging with the girls. I realized I needed to get out and move again, like I used to. She inspired me to be better. From time to time I have allowed work and responsibilities with family and business to take precedence over taking care of myself and enjoying the things that bring me joy. I have no doubt you can say the same thing. Discovering those things that we once loved, renewing them and reengaging them, renews our passion!

Mediocrity is the result of losing your passion and just going along without thinking. We can get super lazy when we don’t have a drive toward something. We can get very nonchalant when we don’t have a strong belief in something. We will ignorantly accept poor quality relationships, bad music and art, unfulfilling jobs, inferior products, unhealthy food, and just about anything when we don’t know – or have a passion for – what we want.  Mediocrity blends all the lines into a nasty, plain, and uninspiring grey that hides, or worse, rejects, the exceptional… I could go on and on.

So get that passion back ya’ll! Look deep and connect yourself to something you used to do that worked for you, that you loved. Refine it, reestablish it, rework it, update it, and do it. Get out and move, take in the moment, eat healthier food, watch smarter movies, read inspiring books, practice love. Be selective in your relationships and don’t compromise yourself and what you know you want.

This year – this decade, say YES to what YOU want!

I cannot explain the feeling

when i hear a song

you loved

we shared

you sang

the mood that pours over me

swelling up in my heart

creating intense passion and longing for you . . .

embodying the melody

this thing in me

a symphony of memory . . .

instantly ignited with the sound of one note

and there it is

thoughts of you

that pull me deep . . .

maybe it’s love

i don’t know

but it is powerful

and it was beautiful

when we made music together

 
 
 
 
Image by www.tumblr.com/tagged/omega-music

© Sandy Hibbard March 9, 2017

I want to press it to my lips

like sweet honeycomb

…holding it there

until we are overtaken with passion

 
 
 
 
 
Image by liliroze.com

© Sandy Hibbard 

Click on the video to listen to and watch the spoken word poetry by Sandy.

They were Mixfits

He was a blend of everything she ever wanted . . .

Ringlets of his hair tangled in her fingers
and his slender body lingered
. . . in her imagination
pouty lips and steel blue eyes
provoked her deepest desire
to know him
but he was a mischievous kind
with a heart so complicated
it was hard to get through

His boyish charms delighted her
his oldish heart comforted her
feeding the need of desire
and the hope of falling in love
. . . yes
she fell in love

Heart interrupted
emotions captured
inducing days
coloring months
. . . years
of languishing
over her obsessive addiction
leading her down a road of endless daydreams
and risqué inventions

No poetry or conversations
only her imagination

A sad naïveté’
but full of wonder
she moved slow
setting a pace to match the music
of her heart
of her love

Like a gypsy tossing out convention
she worked hard for his attention

…And they were worlds apart
yet he could not let her go
and she…?
would not

“I’m an old soul”
he would say
“is this what love feels like”
she would wonder
“don’t get serious”
he replied

No love lost
all hope dies

She would do anything to see him
he would do anything she wanted
selfish
needy
moody
greedy
a paradox of love
on a painful endless journey
into groundhog day
repeating joy
after fear
after tear
year after year
…after year

Yet they were perfect –
stubborn and childish
tender and giving
practically wise
creatively driven
in all their history
it was just a total mystery

What would
what could
these feelings ever bring
that would make sense…
could they endure
over time and circumstance?

Music shared
songs sung
words written
photos taken
he ignited her muse
she would quietly whisper
“…but I love you”
he would say nothing
…rounding off her sentences with more questions

Yet delicately they were
connected
a predictable
stream of emotions
rushing in and running out
he was her saffron delight
rich and intense
rare and hard to get
she was his light
forgiving
blending
lending love into his life

He was a reservoir of passion ready to explode
…but he held back
anxiously intense
loving
caring
tending
his heart
privately keeping
to his reality
that it did’t make sense

She was a time bomb
waiting for words
holding her heart for only him
anticipating with fear his rejection
but it never really came
because love grew strong
in this connection

A mixed up fit
uniquely together
seduced by their love
lured by curiosity
and held snug by the
tenacity of their passions

The perfect -ness
that lives in rest
between the arms
of two mixfits

© Sandy Hibbard

There are a million hearts out there
Under the rain and covered by storm clouds
You think you are the only one who got lost on the journey
Silenced by shut lips
Estranged because you sought to fill your deepest longings
Pursuing your dream of love . . .
You are not alone
All these broken tears create a universe of pulsating pain
An aching black hole of emptiness
That can only be filled with one thing -
 You
Me
Us
We
are a galaxy of shuttered hopes that shine free on every fragmented soul
Bursting into rainbow shards of brilliant light
Emptying every dark place
You are starlight
You are heaven’s breath
We are love
Mixed into every cold drop of life
Our desire is not to be shamed or shape-shifted out of sight
No
It belongs openly to the wanderers of the heart
Troubadours of life and poetry
Illuminated by the passion of
Our
Collective
Song
We move to the rhythm of a trillion dancing raindrops
Skipping through a universe of pain
We are not alone

© Sandy Hibbard, all rights reserved.

I Want Some

A portion

a cupcake

a sweet taste of life

I want more

one moonlit night

one day of sunshine

my first moon

my first dance

I want more

sweet kisses on my lips

like candy rushing

sea foam clinging

warm honey dripping

capturing the soul of me

embracing the heart of me

igniting the fire that burns

like embers of passion

from an ancient

eternal flame

Have you ever just longed for the time you would truly like yourself, be comfortable with you? Have you every woke up refreshed and looked in the mirror and fell in love with the person behind your eyes?  Have you ever made a statement, then jumped back and said “wow, did I say that? pretty awesome!”  Sounds weird, huh? Yet a good healthy love of ones self is the sweetest thing in life and the most empowering resource we can own.  So today, you might be in need of a shot in the arm and for someone to tell you it’s cool to be you –  with all your faults, insecurities, passions, ideas, emotions, talents, and desires….here’s to you!   Keep looking for rainbows, I am.
Love and peace, Sandy

 Passion of Me
I am the enigma of my solace.
Sometimes I feel so alone
yet the throbbing of my thoughts
break through
to reconcile peace
in the struggle between soul and mind
clarity and longing
“I am not magnificent”
yet a wondrous woman I am
my soul pierces through
toward a play of knowing all
there is a veil that ensconces me
tenderly allowing the light to dance
upon my darkness
revealing the ebb of desire
against the flood of owning my own passion
this is real – this is me.