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Endeared

He calls her sunshine, even on days
when her sky is covered with heavy clouds
and the rain and its fragrance fills
every corner of her earth.
And even as the storm rages within her
and the winds howl like restless monsters
trying to break free from the shackles
that tie them down, he calls her sunshine.

He calls her love, even on days
when she is hardest to love and
a thousand other words are more fitting.
He meets her at the end of her anger,
with arms wide open and a quiet smile that says,
“I will always be here to love you,
even on the days when you can’t find it in you
to love yourself.”

He calls her beautiful, even on days
when the chaos within and without
leaves her disheveled and windswept.
He calls her beautiful, even on days
when the darkness that she’s managed to tame
rears its head with bitterness and malice;
oh, he calls her beautiful with a patience
that rivals the depths and the expanse of the universe.

He calls her his queen, even on days
when her bearing is more befitting a fool
and less than a queen – without elegance
nor grace, but with unbridled laughter
and joy that’s as bright as the midday sun.

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Musing on a Rainy Day

all this rain has put me in a contemplative mood (yet again) about the things that captured my attention this week:

finding out that the job i was in was not aligned with what the universe wants for me, that i should be an entrepreneur instead of a corporate slave…but the business would probably go bankrupt before we get the roi;

the tech guys at youtube have finally explored the edges of the known universe, made me wonder what they found;

a gloomy view from my desk – the dark clouds in the distance, wet asphalt, umbrellas, rain…at least the trees were happy;

the full moon – too bad i couldn’t witness the super blue moon because of the rain and the heavy clouds…it would have been a sight to behold for sure;

contemplated death and dying…that perhaps the fear that is normally associated with it isn’t because we’re actually afraid of dying, but rather it is the idea that we haven’t lived our lives fully – realizing the risks we didn’t take, the opportunities we let pass, the words we didn’t say and the words we did say, the people we were too afraid to love and take a chance on…that we didn’t dream big enough…all the possible regrets, and perhaps the attachments that hold us captive;

contemplated what separates settling and contentment – that apart from perspective, it is gratitude that shifts everything;

an idea struck and i wrote it down, encouraging myself, “you got this, you can do it, at least do it before you turn 40…”

and then i realized it’s only a few months away after hearing that popular song playing from my neighbor’s radio…🎶 whenever i see girls and boys selling lanterns on the street… 🎶 christmas always starts in september…