High Noon

The great void, the unknown and the question marks of an uncertain future, nothing more fearful, and nothing less to fear.

The mere contradiction creating an impasse and vast waste of living moments.

I want to be alive.

I want to live.

Not exist, not trod through half awake…

Wake up. Smell the coffee…or as the Monks would say; be the coffee…

be the river, let go…let God…it’s so scary to jump. Paralyzing, in fact.

So I hover like a hummingbird, exhausting all my energy in one place.

When I want to fly, to soar, to move from this self imposed prison,

of solitary confinement and limiting beliefs.

I’ve done it before and know the other side is the better side.

That growth can only happen through change, and constant movement…

(do not become comfortable for comforts sake.)

Remember who you are.

Remember why you came.

Life, is meant to be lived through all the senses.

Do not be afraid.

Be Brave.

~Christine Wichman c. January 27, 2019