Finally moving... on.

Months have drifted by in a blur.
So much has happened...
an entirely different group of faces to call my family,
a relationship that's been crushed so hard, the leftover bits fly by in the wind...
hardly unnoticed.
Old musings are merely photographs stuffed in a trunk in the attic.
New musings are only amusing for so long
and then I'm left with my thoughts...
still feeling lonely...
still feeling confused...
still wondering if I'm making the right choice.
Still praying to Whatever-it-or-who it is that listens to prayers
to have some courage to tell you what's been on my mind...
my mind that's flooded with uncertainty...

And it's then,
just when it seems like things couldn't get any worse,
that beauty once again crosses my path.
It's mystery such as this that makes life so wonderful.
People who inspire me to want to better myself,
to set myself free,
to express my art...
they come rushing forward like the high tide washes over the shore...
right on time,
cleansing,
but at the same time leaving new treasures to be discovered.
I'm finally ready to seek these opportunities.
I'm ready to breathe in this new-found energy that's been circulating me the last few weeks.
I'm ready to embrace change and move on.



I'm back.  It's been far too long since I've written here.  Reading through some of my old posts made me realize how much I miss writing down what's actually on my mind.  I look forward to sharing new quirks with all of you.

xoxo,
Christina