Morning Trip (319)

“I think we must surrender the despair of unexpected cruelties and extend the wonder of unexpected kindnesses to ourselves and to each other…We deserve each other and each other’s generosity.”
–Maya Angelou

Joy, Despair, Different Places, but the Same Things…

When one sits in Life on Life’s terms, one can feel many things. One can attempt to escape by drawing a pretty picture in the mind on what is not so pretty. One can create a lie inside oneself, by repeating words like All is Well, without meaning it. This can create HUGE debt. It also reinforces negative tapes within oneself, normally those tapes we are thinking to avoid or to blot out by using affirmations.

Now, should one use affirmations to unlock doors, ones they truly feel and internalize, these then hold what looks like great power. Is it the words that hold the power? An outside source which we must despair to rush after crawling on knees hoping the supplier of said affirmations doesn’t decide to take away that which we desire in order to feel good. Junkies of feel good waiting for the next provider?

Or, have we noted our innate gift, once attending, to convert anything at any time. The ability to notice and see the smallest speck of joy in the present moment of despair is God’s gift to us. Enchantment with life! To note in infinitesimal moments of now, smaller and smaller so that each runs together in God’s time, not ours. With this gift we can move through anything and retain our inner God granted JOY!

Much Love to You,
Elisa, One Aries

Morning Trip (41)–Ok, so this one is an Evening Trip! No, Inside Upside Down and Backward Blog (11)

Feelings of Color copyright

This came up in the creative bubbles this morning and then some more urgent creations over rode it.  I finished the book I wanted to read and came downstairs to look for Kathy’s trains, over on Lake Superior Spirit.

And now, since I’ve typed some story and some thoughts into it, this has become an Inside Upside Down and Backward Blog.  One that seems to be having a lust/ love affair with the Morning Trip, enough to encourage her to dress up and go out on the town for an Evening Trip.

If we get stuck in labeling, however will we get on, to the good stuffs?

I’ve been waffling in despair.  I have called it feeling sorry for myself.  I have called it being afraid to fail.  I have called it denial.  I have even looked within it and smiled for a teeeeny-tiny moment and called it knowing what feels good and right, and knowing what I want.  And then, I ran me over and called it rationalizing!  Seeeeeeeee…I want a prize for expert label name alternatives!  I am very good at it! I am also good at distraction away from my own ouchie places.  The distraction statement simply leads away from the hot seat to a safer seeming area, which it really is NOT, but YOU(the reader) doesn’t know this!  Maybe my halo-ed weinie costume is an OSTRITCH?!?

Ok so now follows what I was thinking.  I liked the lyrics so much, that I’m simply posting them below the video, rather than getting other supporting ponderish-type materials.  Pre-PS.  I would like ginger candy and white tea with raspberry for treats.

Sometimes my visions are distant and vague
Down at the base of the mountain
Once in a while I am weak and afraid
Tired and sick of it all

I don’t believe that my story is set
Nothing is destined or blatant
Bound to this body a world full of hate
No one will heed if I fall

No one can see it but you know that it’s there
Guiding the steps of your soul
Holding the truth in the cross that you bear
Die with a heart that is bold

Fly on the wings of despair
No one is holding you back
The call on the wild is internal
Conquer the silence you bear
Tomorrow will not fade to black
A new day is dawning remember
No one can save you today

The questions are more than the answers I know
That doesn’t mean you are lonely
Searching for more
Consecutive goal’s
Making it worth to go on

No one can see it but you know that it’s there
Guiding the steps of your soul
Holding the truth in the cross that you bear
Die with a heart that is bold

Fly on the wings of despair
No one is holding you back
The call on the wild is internal
Conquer the silence you bear
Tomorrow will not fade to black
A new day is dawning remember
No one can save you today

You, and you alone is forging the path
Leave your sorrows with the past

Never believe that the story is set
Nothing is destined or blatant
Bound to this body a world full of hate
No one will heed if you fall

No one can see it but you know that it’s there
Guiding the steps of your soul
Holding the truth in the cross that you bear
Die with a heart that is bold

Fly on the wings of despair
No one is holding you back
The call on the wild is internal
Conquer the silence you bear
Tomorrow will not fade to black
A new day is dawning remember
No one can save you today

Fly on the wings of despair
No one is holding you back
The call on the wild is internal
Conquer the silence you bear
Tomorrow will not fade to black
A new day is dawning remember
No one can save you, no one can save you today

Morning Trip (2)

“The important thing about despair is never to give up, never wrap up and put away a sterile life, but somehow keep it open. Because you never can know what’s coming; never. That’s the great thing about life, the crucial thing to remember. You may beat your fists on a stone wall for years and years, and every consideration of common sense will say it’s hopeless, forget it, spare yourself; and then one day your bleeding hand will go through as if the wall were theatrical gauze; you’ll be in another realm where birds are singing and love is possible, and you’d have missed it if you’d given up, because it might be only that one day the wall was not stone.”
– Allen Wheelis