The Evening After

In life, there will continue to be firsts.  We will always reminisce about those times because they remind us of the value of that instance and its altering of our world and perspective as we thought we knew it.

I write for me, for you, today acknowledging "the evening after."  The common reference "the morning after" serves its purpose in providing the opening for an awakening to happen after we've had a night's rest.  It is effective because we believe ourselves to have dreamt the occurance and somehow are awaking, wondering if it was a dream at all.

And when we realize indeed it was not a dream, but that happening which may or may not include another person was real, we bask in it and remember that reality does bring a wealth of reflection and knowledge to our lives.

Instead, I'd like to challenge us to think about "the evening after."  The more immediate reflection allows us to clarify and deepen the instance's meaning to our lives, giving us a sense of distilled memory that protects us from likening our deep reality to the distant feeling that the dream state allows us.

Can't Sleep, Must...Blog...

Inefficiency, chaos, distance and happiness, contentment too. Lists of who to be, consistency in the God that is...and always will be. Truth in the light and joy of small things, but darkness unfolding the disconnection of family ties.

Kindred usage of what was thought to me deeper than just a minority. Sense was selfless as hair was cut to unimaginable lengths. Shorter than ever but the beginning of stronger than ever, on the inside too. Tough as steel but tougher still because tears were not allowed. A heart softened and abused but only due to the exterior allowing the weaker link to get weak. Now vulnerable but seemingly shielded, the process renewed and faith restored.

Now the +1 of a status, minority report re-upped and allowed now to manifest destiny to be destined to be great. As life settles into Divine routine, so does the soul, the mind and the heart follows suit.

Claiming a reality not totally magnificent, clouds remain. Not yet a time for clearing as it was a time for incubation. The regrowth of cells reborn and new to eyes already present. Listening for further instruction. Ready, willing, totally capable of rebranding, but it may have been too soon. But maybe it is now seen as too late.

Clearer skies ahead, the veil admired, not for that which it hides, but for that which is concealed. Concealment is choice and hiding an involuntary mechanism for protection.

Presence in all identities fades not the prior and following attendance to the rest, but in lieu, assists others in finding the shine that is their own now and then, today and yesterday, years to come and years that have gone, all seeping authenticity at every stage for we are allowed to and need to incubate and change, lather rinse and repeat as often as we deem necessary.

Paz.

Always,

@AmBBitious

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Luxury

At first it was an endless route, paused by a transfer, filled with friendly strangers who welcomed the open seats symbiotically.

Then, we became enthralled, the ego and I, into thought processes that revolved around wheels that sat snug in axles and added to the sound of traffic and pollution present in the invisible life's blood we inhale.

At first ego and I were hesitant...we pored over options and used pages of tree matter to scribble in ink what options were near. And then, what options were far... Almost a year later, the reflections still abound. Filled with scribbles of profiles and symbols and options that would delight a custom-made enthusiast, but instead made ego and I dizzy with discontent.

Layers of pages fell away, as my borrowed and yet to be seen financial flow became restricting and comforting in narrowing choices.

Ego and I sat, and thought, and prayed, and waited, and thought some more. Then she appeared...

Out of thin heir it seems, and from the sought advice of new associates, pointed me to opt in for the luxurious choice. Ego chose first, then as the latter I followed.

A gift to me, celebrating my years in existence, I coined her name relative to a flower I adore. It then became my standard, the life I aimed to live, glamorous, pretty, leather, sunroof, spacious.

As a reflection on ego's choice, I realize now, that, the 'then' was laced with want and rooted in need. The sun became too close and the nights late for earning hours. I felt dependent when independent needed to be present.

Now as I prepare to replace the rubber-glass slipper of her choice, I do realize ego's non-attention to my supplemental limitations. Praises go up for 3 checks in one month. Needed and desperately guarded for future expenses. "Smart money is the only choice for ego's honey," I say.

Now on to thinking ways to cut corners and bloom into stability, ego must be trained. Not only to obey, but to sincerely surface when needed, as we are an inseparable pair...

Until the next choice, the best choice is presented, I continue the process of push and pull to benefit and control us both in our sobriety for comfort and luxury.

This has thus confirmed the story, of my first car purchase. End to end... "She wants to lead, the glamorous life.... ....without love, it ain't much, it ain't much." ~Sheila E.

~Fin.

Always,

@AmBBitious

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Voting Time!

The Blog-A-Day in May challenge is over.

Please vote by Sunday, June 6th at 12pm.

Blog Participants ONLY - Only use this link if you were in the competition.

Readers ONLY - Only use this link if you were not in the competition.

Paz.

Is that the end?!

Before:

Life going along as it does. Writing coming infrequently and sporadically depending on how much inspiration moves me. Reading blogs that I am used to and that fall in line with my personal interests. Writing focus more on larger projects.

After:

Consistent writing. Networking. A passion and appreciation for the before and after of everything. An interest in topics other than the norm. Connections made through writing and camaraderie within a competition.

Still:

Writing with a purpose. Inviting the web world to hear my voice through prose. Recording history as I see it and sharing history with each post.

Paz.

Zzzzzz...

Restless, exhausted, full from a hearty meal...just plain old tired.

Our pillow seems as if it is calling our name, asking us to come and rest. Sleep is a mental and physical regenerator. Our minds organize, store and discard information and memories and our bodies mend and heal and relax from another hard days work.

We welcome the rest at times, during others, it is though we are overcome by it, almost hypnotized by a spell.

As morning approaches, we a roused awake by our internal clock, jolted awake though angry beeping or serenaded awake from soft musical notes or the soothing voice of a loved one.

Depending on the activities prior to sleeo we may meet the world fresh and ready, groggy and dragging (until we get our morning coffee) or slowly approaching the new day at the same pace of the sun, creeping on the horizon.

Cheers to a Good Morning for all my readers out there!

Paz.

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Panqueques...

Prior to owning a home the thoughts of self maintenance and upkeep are someone else's responsibility. As we enjoy a space that is temporarily ours we are sure not to take it to home make over extremes or breaking down walls to create a personalized living experience.

Still unsure of the after myself, I have heard accounts and seen experiences of those who own homes and those that rent them too. The many leaves to be raked, the busted water tank, the lists of repairs and scheduled home depo visits...

Most of all the pride of cleaning and maintaining a home you own, basking in the comfort and relaxation of your space; full of the warmth you've added and welcomed into it.

Home is where your heart is? Or is it that home is where your home is?

We find ourselves looking for a place to settle, knowing that when we see it, when we drive through the city streets, that our heart will know it. Let's just hope that when our heart awakens to it, our mind will be open to listen, and our journey facilitated by Divine intervention.

Paz.

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