CARRYING BABIES BY PROFESSION

Having been carrying infants for the length of my existence, I had the opportunity to experience lots of second hand emotions. There was joys, there were tears, there were upsets and clenched fists.

The most of my career I carried little Joe’s and Sandra’s until they were grown ups who left me as my shape and size where not fit for them anymore. I became used again by another newborn coming to earth and needing me to carry them around, until they fell asleep.

Now I am retired and my job with human off-springs have come to a close.
I found my second life mission helping an older lady. To carry her shopping bags.

I squeak with delight or perhaps with a little wear and tear as my used by date is near.

In the next lifetime, I plan on being a little different…

Instead of being a pram I would be happy as a golf buggy.

MIDNIGHT POETRY “Throw In The Mask”

“Throw In The Mask”

Following my own shadow
Into the flickering light of a candle

The layered skin of the veil of darkness
Slowly peeling off with each step
The hefty weight of the emptiness within

Broken yet whole
Shattered yet complete
Chaos in harmony
Pieced together

Who said it will be easy!
Ostrich in the sand
Cheeks in the air
Stand the fullness of the shining light
Vulnerable bare of masks and shadows

Shuffling closer
Each step in suspense
Under the skin
Inside the make up of the DNA

Hidden well from exposure
Developing into full bloom
Seeds of beauty unexplored
Ripening into fruit

Luscious and fragrant
Embodied in the form
Pure and delicious
Ready and ripe
The whole of my I.

ONCE THERE IS SILENCE WORDS WILL COME

I must have been guided to attend this special ‘writers workshop’ today. Without knowing what to expect I silently joined a group of other aspiring writers. After all I always wrote just without preparation or any instruction. Never did I know what is taught at writers workshops. Today I was to find out for myself.

The first subtle feeling that I won’t know what to write was overcome by excitement and flow as soon as we were given the first instructions and my pen hit the paper. After hour and half of intermittent writing and then reading it out loud for others in the group to hear, I went away feeling uplifted and encouraged by my progress.

Never before I wrote impromptu and read it out loud to a group of strangers. Well, there is always opportunity to learn something new and challenge our current comfort zone feelings.

Now, you might not think much of it, but for me it was a day of small breakthroughs.

These may seem insignificant wins to you, yet they mean a lot to me. Not only I went there on my own initiative and by myself, drove the car to the other side of town and found a parking spot on a street in a parallel parking space (which I never do on my own). I also found out I could easily find something to write to each given exercise.

They were a bit harder than if one just writes what comes to mind. We were given instructions and restrictions, to make it more interesting and challenging.

So to give you a taste of what I wrote, here is one 7 min piece (that’s how long we had) that we were instructed to write, with some words restrictions.
This came out of me on paper 🙂

It could be called: “WHAT HAPPENS AFTER YOU MEDITATE”

“What happens when it’s quiet in the mind is the most amazing of situations.
The mind sort of dissolves into the never never land and
With each thought disappearing quietness screams so loudly
It takes over the whole space
That was previously filled with chatter and fear.

There is now only nothingness in the fullness of the empty space.
Given that the heart is still beating, one achieves perfect state of bliss and well-being.
Mind no longer contains itself and expands into the outer space.
The world changes as a reflection of this experience.
Nothing creates more space for love and connection.”

Do you feel good after reading it? I certainly hope so, as I did when I reread it. 🙂
The outcome of the workshop was achieved!

I surely feel more keen for more writing workshops and also inspired for more to write.
Wait, there is more coming soon…

PS. If you have any personal experience with workshop for writers, or the above text inspired something within you, I would love to hear it in the comments.

Words from silence…