Finding that balance between earth and sky,
Is an everyday challenge for me.
I reach toward heaven, yet ground and comply,
Try my limits, my own bravery.
Just to be here, to live here, to nurture my soul
I test the water, the edge.
Despite the temptation, the promise, the goal,
I hold fast because thus I have pledged.
Lessons abound, karmic junctures arise,
Occasions at which to refine.
I’ll move in with grace, don no disguise
And lay claim to that which is mine.
Wicked good woman.
She’s arresting, compelling, provocative, ideal.
Embodies grace and balance, unbridled appeal.
On the dance floor.
In the gym.
The yoga mat, the Persian rug, with him.
Rhythmic, kinetic, metaphysic, real.
Intentioned to love, nurture, bless, to heal.
Wicked good, No?
Do you know her?
Inspired by Three Word Wednesday... Arresting, Rythmic, Wicked.
You are.
Even
When I am not.
On this I count
To carry me
When I am not.
I did it.
Made my case.
Spoke my truth.
Stood my ground.
Conquered my tears
And my fears
Shame, denial and disappointment.
Finally said what needed to be said
What yearned to be heard.
Deeply embedded in love.
Creating balance at last.
It was not easy.
But I did it.
I set Truth free.
I will heal.
It will be.
Balance.
Not as easy as it seems.
90% of brain function
is dedicated
to maintaining balance
in the human organism.
Just ask a chiropractor.
Equilibrium. Equipoise. Counterpoise.
Stability.
Literal balance.
Emotional balance.
Balance
between
…holding tight and letting go
…grace and effort
…give and take
…live and let live.
In the moment.
Balance.
Imbalance.
Imbalanced…off kilter…a little off…out of her mind…
Let’s not.
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