We are all ordinary. We are all boring. We are all spectacular. We are all shy. We are all bold. We are all heroes. We are all helpless. It just depends on the day.
~ Brad Meltzer

We are all that!  We live so many lives. We are so many people all rolled into one.

On my 60th birthday I went through all 6 decades of my life, reviewing each one – who I was with, what my focus was, how I survived, what I thought, etc. I realized that those six girls (women) were small fractions of me today – each one distinctively her own.

Year to year, decade to decade, we build upon our lives from the actions we take and the things that “happen” to us. We reflect the environments we find ourselves in. We change and grow, take new roads based on what we want at the time, make turns and take detours –  some planned and many unexpected.  This is life. It is what we do. We don’t always get what we want, yet we expect to succeed. We want to witness and enjoy the fruit of our lives, and make sense of the losses. This is what creates ALL. THESE. PEOPLE… wonderful and spellbinding as you, we, all are!

XOXOXOX

Sandy

Must it end so it can begin?

The heart grows heavy in routine
unimagined predictability
must I lay aside my dream?
Pick up a leaf and examine with a careful eye
underneath
the veins are sharp
pulsing life
like a network of bones held together
by the fabric of its hide
but the struggle is easily seen
on the other side
fading green
mottled browns
tones of decay as it’s tossed to the ground
chosen by a flick of the wind
separated from its flower
tender foliage on a slender stem
must it end so it can begin?
The uncertain outcome of a constant cycle of rebirth
giving way to the purpose of nature
to go back to the earth
to become what it was meant to be
creative predictability
Toil not
want not
see how the flower’s clothed?
why in this world of human experience
we choose the path of letting go
to put away our wonder in exchange for knowing
to lie secure in rote
no longer taking chances
in thought
in dreams
or dances
Exhausted disillusionment
painful disappointment
we lose the grip
the flower fades
and off we drop
selected by the gales of loss
heartache
and endless scorching days
yet we are more
we are spirit with infinite possibilities
we spin the clock in creativity
to live and learn
to love and grow
again and over again
Turn over the leaf and you’ll see me
amidst the magic of the galaxy
engulfed in life
pulsing
blood flowing
I refuse to let go
for what I’ve come to know
is love
and love is all
Turn over the leaf and you’ll see me
on this journey of routine
I set the sails with certainly
I guide my ship into my dreams
© Sandy Hibbard October 7, 2015

“I am not what happens to me.  I choose who I become.”
~ Carl Jung

Someone told me once that you can live your life by consequence or you can live your life by choice.  I want to live by choice.  It is not always easy, in fact, it is usually a challenge. When you take control of your own life and decisions, when you consciously choose your path and how you will live it – there is peace and satisfaction, joy and reward.  I believe it is the road less traveled, but along that road is beauty untold…

Love and Hugs!
Sandy

Amazing painting by: Hans Jürgen Diez – “Portrait”