After a lifetime of trauma, today I had another major breakthrough along this healing journey. I've been physically returned to my body, grounded and released from blockages, stagnant energy that my body was holding in my bones. Trauma will stay stored in the body until the inner work allows it to be released. Today, while working with an intuitive therapist, my body finally let go. This is a much needed step forward that I've been waiting for for ten years. The peace I feel inside is incredible. Full circle moment of understanding why I put myself in certain situations in the past and feeling proud of myself for all the hard work it took to get here. Healing from our human condition stretches out over our entire lifetime. Happy to be arriving upon a deeper peace inside, so much love and abundance of joy! Here's to continuing to keep my head high while "Triumphing over Trauma".
Fear as been used to weaponize us against one another. Love is the only truth. I ask you my friends to see through the illusion of separation and understand that to really be free, we must 1st claim our own individual power. We do that by healing ourselves. Basking in the present moment that is our gift. Connection is the key.
Be who you are, accepting all that you hold inside. We all have "the good, the bad and the ugly" pieces. Show them off, dancing within a each aspect is truly living. Don't follow or copy, mindlessly believing what the masses say. Find your own purpose and be free. That's all I have to say. Imagine. Just for today. Challenge the "norm" and think outside the box.
Thanku @writersnetwork for ❤(21th) (♥ω♥*) EC after so long.. ❤ thanku!! (6th)
On the canvas of my childhood I always painted one landscape of love With different colors of imagination And hues of happiness sealed in my ink
Yellow for the youthful sun brimming slowly betwixt Brown mountains of melancholy Scattering beams of hope in the black sky And Tinge of green for twigs swinging high
Red shades of ink for bricks of my tiny house Silver windows of smirk painted there facing south Tints of tangerine splashed on door with stairs Pastel of pink poured for flourishing flower in pair
Scarlet scribbles of peace on pots near blue river Violet attire of girl facing her reflection to blither Today i tied up ten tones to create this imagery With ink of nostalgia, i painted it all again in poetry
×××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××× I guess we all have painted such landscape once for sure.. ❤ Just a try to bring back childhood memories.. ❤
Walking to the fair where flair of dare , is Stored in jars of every vender with care I roam with empty hands and with sands Pocket full of gravels and thirsty glands Shop completed with dusts of jewellery Bars composed of hidden - hired slavery Florists store of heart load expensive love Fancy plates at down , filling the air above Demanding balloonist is standing far away Filling the wrinkled blooms of hope to stay Those restaurants pouring smiles on tray Discounted half , yet I'm inefficient to pay Every wardrobe of the hopes and blossoms Hidden behind the curtails of reddish sums Nobility with mobility with infinite attires Drunken the half quarters of syrups of sire Still gazing and grazing eccentric stories I kept walking with memories for poetries at the last crossroads , metaphor fell at me Fading half breaths of verses apart of glee Beneath celestial celebrating constellations Festival of Ferris was orb of soothing stations Humble held hands ahead of high sunsets Shuttered the horizon with adorable bracelets
And when the last pathway ending to home arrived
Narrow lanes covered silks with orchids Orchids Ornamented the grounds in hearts Hearts embellished the empty pockets with metaphors Metaphors decorated barren hands of metamorphic lavender Lavender hugged the palms of invincible Juliet in June June cherished the fairness of moonlight , starlight and the dimples of mine
And when ebullient imageries surrendered and I was
Running behind the aurora of lustre The lane to talisman fell down as autumn The bouquet that my eyes used to chase Were stolen by the lessons , dipped late in bottom Unfolding the Yellowstone pages , next hour Clementia soothes Whispering spring ahead of tired year as petals of cherry blossom , Accompanied till the hometown paradise of poetry , Sang the lyrics intensified beneath grace of Cresent moon , the awesome .
Earth : To me she symbolises strength and renewal .. she holds on and lets go when it's time .. she never turns her back .. she embraces her storms cos she knows that every beginning has an end and the end itself is a new beginning . We all carry pieces of her within our being .
Refer- Aarde - earth in dutch Asunder - apart brumal - wintry de novo - afresh , anew concede - acknowledge .. embrace
Heartfelt thanks to all of the genuine readers and supporters out there, because you are what motivates a writer to keep writing, and you are all so truly appreciated!! ♥️
@mirakee and @writersnetwork Teams, the motivation, inspiration, support, and encouragement y'all provide for us on a daily basis are extremely appreciated and beyond compare!! Thank you wholeheartedly for doing what you do! ♥️
DEARLY DEPARTING by Carolyn Glackin I guess I'll go now, fade away I'll bid adieu, I've naught to say Words are scarce when times are tough Please let me go, don't call my bluff The time has come, this now must end Please understand, I beg you friend You're burning bridges, I'm mending fences And there shall be no recompenses You've filled me up with sad saudade I should have known, I overstayed Sweet chantilly, linen, lace Forever strewn about your face And nothing dearer can e'er replace The truth of you, your saving grace You're building castles in the skies With rosy glasses o'er your eyes And here I stand as I surmise I'm better off without replies So goodbye kitchen, fare thee well Goodbye house of untold hell So long bedroom, I'll miss you most I'm there no more, I'll be a ghost Arrivederci, bon voyage! I'm taking leave of this montage The scene is set, the curtains drawn Goodbye old friend, adios, I'm gone. Copyright Carolyn Glackin 3/29/2021
Gotta love that artwork, right?! That's one way to leave home, I suppose.
This is my submission for the "Call of the Wild" challenge which is now closed, but stay tuned to @_luvnotz_outpost for more challenge opportunities in a few days. And thank you for your wonderful support!
CALL OF THE WILD by Carolyn Glackin In tribal beats of native drum A primal force begins to hum 'Round bonfire's flame, a voice doth rise With fury born of land and skies Comprised of elements of Earth Alive in all from time of birth In every woman, man, and child An ancient call, the call of the wild It's a trinity, it's a holy nexus Residing in our solar plexus It's the sound of rain On the jungle's floor It's the might and main of a lion's roar It's the crackle of lightning And the rumble of thunder That leaves us filled With awestruck wonder It's the deep unending wail of pain Mums let out when a child is slain It's the echo of mountains in the mist And the crashing of waves On shores, sunkissed It's the tradewinds blowin' 'Cross the sand It's our ancestors voice, in every land It's a lone wolf howling 'neath the moon And the sun beating down In the month of June It's the stars that fall out From the skies And the flapping of wings As the eagle flies It's the battle cry in a warrior's heart It's the agony felt when lovers part It's a collective call to all mankind That comes to awaken And comes to remind A call that ignites the Divine within So each soul's work can then begin It's a sacred call, neither meek nor mild Evermore, may we heed it The call of the wild. Copyright Carolyn Glackin 1/22/2021
*Credit for the amazing artwork goes to Raphael Mazzucco.
*The words "The Call of the Wild," are credited to the author Jack London, for his novel which bears that title.