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I feel safe as I walk the dark, wet streets
despite the preponderance of red and blue lights among vehicles.
I Am supported by the ground, as it gives me just enough to survive another day.
I Am rooted in this town that I’ve adopted
and it envelops me in security
despite the assault in progress around the corner
or the fiend in withdrawal up the block.
I have a home away from home that nurtures my mind and soul with words.
With the wings of an eagle I soar, looking down on my co-creation.
As above, so below.
As Father God’s sun irradiates the earth
my Love for Mother Earth radiates from me
to everyone and every space that I inhabit.
I Am innocent. I Am safe. I Am Love.
M.T. Bernard 2/2/16
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Love vs. Fear
My affirmation for today is: “I forgive myself for choosing fear. Today I choose Love.”
Last night, I dreamed of my mother. She was still living in my childhood home, as she always is in my dreams about her. I lashed out at her angrily for not adequately preparing the house for the holiday family dinner. When my cousin Debbie arrived, she asked for ammonia and sponges to clean the bathroom. I was angry at Edna (my mother) for having dementia.
My anger, in real life, is rooted in fear…fear of losing the mother I knew, and fear of losing myself, who I only knew as a reflection of her expectations and wishes. Today, instead of fear, I choose to love myself, who I am now just getting to know now that there’s no one to impress or please. Today, instead of anger at Edna for “leaving me”, I choose to just love her – – all of her – – the memories of who I once knew, and the woman who is changing before my eyes.
Cigarettes and Lollipops
I ate ten lollipops today.
A lot of sugar for a life lacking sweetness for so long.
Cloudcoat on Whitehall, beautiful obscure white sky
nothing but roofs under which happy families reside.
A lucky clip here and there… hope no one spies my now-back-pocketed pride.
On the road again towards a meeting of minds.
Someone thought to bring me breakfast. How could they have known the emptiness in my belly that is now being filled with creative thoughts and ideas?
A wordfeast.
I devour them….printed, spoken, mused.
Each morning I tell myself that the journey ahead is filled with God’s masterpieces….flora, fauna, tweets, roars, screeching, laughter, movement, yelling, chatting, gusts, whirls, fog, drops.
In reality, I troll for treasures lying in the street and treats gratis at the same locale
where I stand in hopes of a miracle. One day soon something will change
in the direction of my visualizations and desires.
Until then, cigarettes and lollipops it will be.
Feather: A Poem
It should be a fond remembrance of you.
Yet I leave it on the sidewalk
isolated, trampled, wet, dirty
the way I felt when I was with you
You were tickled, nurtured, aroused
I was angry, resentful, disinterested
You felt the energy of the being that the object previously adorned
Free to soar at will
I felt confined by our closeness
chained and grounded by painful memories
I leave it on the sidewalk
so that I can be free at last.
FAITH
I found a shiny penny on the sidewalk. I was walking home from window shopping, admiring all of the things that I could now afford. I came home without any of those items, one clip of a cigarette that I found on the street, and then – the penny. Crazy at it sounds, in that moment I knew that the penny was a sign from God. A penny will always be my special connection to Him. He was telling me to keep the faith – – to continue to trust in Him.
“Don’t ever fear…I got you.”
A found penny…rescued from the soles of shoes unaware of the fortune that they are stepping on, stepping over….
of the broken-hearted, broken-down souls among them
in need of hope
that can only come right on time…in the form of
a penny.
Fearless
God gave us dominion over all small creatures. But we could learn lessons from them. As I sat on a park bench, a field mouse darted out from underneath and scampered about, around my feet. He got so close, darting to and fro, without a concern about the would-be danger that was me. Survival? In the hunt for food? Perhaps…but he showed little concern for possible demise in this crowded arena with feet stomping all around.
He had no fear.
As I sat, recounting all of the times in recent past that I let the fear in my mind immobilize me, depress me, wreck me…I felt nothing but gratitude for the observation that God provided to remind me that there’s no need to fear tomorrow because He is already there.
Love Letters to Self
“Most folks are about as happy as they make up their minds to be.”
Abraham Lincoln
Love Letter #1
October 27, 2015
Dear Michelle,
I am writing this love letter to you because lately, you’ve been feeling quite beat up by life. Recently, you felt so badly about life and yourself, that you allowed someone to beat you up, literally. I want to remind you of the daily mantra that you used to say each morning in the car on the way to work:
“You are beautiful, stylish, sexy, desired, and loved.”
Please do not dwell on any of the negative adjectives used to describe you. Please remind yourself each day how fabulous you are. As your vibration rises and your light brightens, you will feel better and better…until it becomes a part of you and you truly believe it.
Love Always,
Yourself
Love Letter #2
October 31, 2015
Dear Michelle,
I am writing this love letter to you as a reminder of your greatness, simply because you are God’s creation. You have come so far on your emotional journey. Always remember that you create your own happiness. Never be afraid…you are not alone.
Love Always,
Yourself
Love Letter #3
November 1, 2015
Dear Michelle,
I am writing this love letter to you to let you know that even though you are in pain and crying, you are doing a wonderful job at healing yourself. Treat yourself kindly and gently. Wait on God and always remember how fabulous you are.
Love Always,
Yourself
Love Letter #4
November 20, 2015
Dear Michelle,
It’s been some time since I last wrote to you. I have been pleasantly occupied with healing, reading, writing, discovering, praying, meditating, walking, resting, and creating! Naturally, there have been some tears along the way but I like to think that they were cleansing ones.
I was inspired to write to you today to tell you that you look beautiful and you seem fabulous! Your light shines and others see and feel your positive energy. I can actually sense all of the blessings that are on their way to you right now! I am so happy for you now that you have re-discovered “the light”.
Love Always,
Yourself