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Thursday, September 20, 2012

Metamorphism



Monarch Butterfly on Goldenrod Image ©Jennifer Schlick

                               God, life changes faster than you think. ~Amy Tan 


Today, I came across this quote, it reminded me of something my brother shared during one of our intense conversations. Without divulging any of his personal thoughts or secrets. My brother clearly expressed his disdain for how fast the seasons change. The deeper the conversation evolved the clearer it had become that my brother not only spoke of changing seasons but how sudden one's life can transform. A metamorphosis of experiences, memories and love, simply rearranging itself into one unusual cluster of brand newness.

The strong, powerful relationships you once held close are now pieces of delicate petals left to scatter in the remembrance of your mind. The affection and fondness you treasured and shared has unexpectedly vanished. All choices and decisions previously made are now exchanged or severed. Life as you knew it ... lies beneath, suffocating within. Angry, dishearten and filled with doubt, continuously questioning how life shifted without notice.

Agonized by misfortune.
Struggling to exist.
Striving to grasp for the normalcy lost.

After saying our mutual good bye's and I love you's.  I'd left my brother fumbling with his keys in one hand, and balancing his cane in the other. It was then that I realized the depth of my brother's transformation. Still, I wait ...I wait for that glorious day to arrive! When my brother recognizes the true height of his courage-the incredible measure of his unbelievable resolve!

Although, this conversation has since past, my brother's words continue to remain with me. Reminding me like the seasons, life changes faster than you think. So, be brave ... accept each day, as it appears and live life to the fullest.


J.R. Randle~The Emotional Woman








Monday, September 10, 2012

Poetry I Love


Nobody heard him, the dead man, But still he lay moaning. I was much further out than you thought, and not waving but drowning. I was much too far out all my life, And not waving but drowning.~ Stevie Smith, Poet