Remembrance or Nationalism?

Feeling somewhat overwhelmed at the out pouring of powerful emotions at this time of remembrance and, remaining deeply respectful to all the soldiers killed, wounded and missing during WW1, I’m left with some uncomfortable questions.                 

Fear is a loud voice - Leap and trust

Changes, alarming and too numerous to recall, reshaping sentient stubborn dough. A chiseled tool, a shapeless cloud, wistful in the ether. Clarity and haze in the same magic breath and a trust so deep I have to drown just to touch it. Vision and focus meeting lost and alone as trust bubbles up from the underworld just missing outstretched, hopeful hands.

Fear is a loud voice.

Nameless longing yet gnosis so deep it makes no sense. Strong like Oak yet swaying like Willow. Doubt or fulcrum? Digging deep, hands, wrists burrow into sensual earth, plunging deeper and deeper into untapped potential. Feeling its new grip; feeling new excitement and a nascent plume of energy rises to be met.

Leap and trust.

Old programming whispers its fear, I listen intently, secure in familiar limitations. Obediently giving up hope; losing my tenuous grip on trust.

Fear is a loud voice.

Keys to the city; synergistic, perfect meeting; right place, right people, right time and heart blossoms into life again. Trust bubbles up, lands in outstretched hands and that deep gnosis?, well, it just knows.

Leap and trust - Life Begins At The End Of Your Comfort Zone!

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