Gentle Reminders, you are home here

You are beautiful

You are in the flow

You are enough

You belong here

You belong here!

You are at home here!

You are right where you should be

You are love

You are have a trillion atoms cheering you on!

You are a thousand valves closing and opening at the precise moment, to keep you here!

The universe wants you here!

You are a thousand sunrises and moon!

You are home here!

You belong here!

rachel

PS: I got that from my lover, I am totes in love. I have learnt though that it’s so easy to get lost in love or in another person and expect them to give you what you can’t give yourself. That’s the quickest way to destroy your relationship! You can’t offer what you cannot give yourself!

Belonging starts with belonging to yourself!

Advertisements

Ghost stories

This shrub is right next to my bedroom window, I think it has snakes and rats or whatever. It’s not surprising then that sometimes at night I will be awakened by a loud thud or a scratchy sound on my ceiling as if something was sharing my bedroom with me. It used to bother me quite a lot, I would wake up in the middle of night and suffer terrible insomnia! It wasn’t until one day I remembered a story my step mother once told me.

There used to be these loud thuds on our ceiling back home, I must have been 8 at the time. The loudest ones would wake me up and I will run to my dad’s room. My dad would tell me it’s the birds and let me sleep in their room only to wake up in my bed🙄. Then one day we were all gone except my stepmom, she was left alone in the house.

When we came back I wanted to find out how she slept alone, wasn’t she scared of the ghosts on the roof? “There were noises as usual and it freaked me out a bit, but I decided I am going to work tomorrow and I need my sleep”, she answered. “I spoke to the ghosts and told them, we are both here! We both want to sleep so we might as well let each other sleep because nobody is leaving this house tonight, and I went to bed”

That story was never profound or that meaningful at the time. I just thought she is lying, she probably didn’t sleep all night, waiting for sunrise. Thinking about it and the shrub next to my room, I know now she wasn’t lying! Like all the discomforts we go through, we can choose to let them discomfort and frustrate us or we can just learn to live with them. Living with them means setting boundaries and defining quiet and noise times. It means acknowledging that they are there, but you have more important things to do than to tend to them!

rachel

Opportunity lies behind the closed door

Behind every closed door,

There’s a stronger and more deserving somebody,

Not you!

Right?

Wrong!!

Don’t be fooled by the door

Behind every door,

There is a person who said

‘ I have hands to knock,

I have a plan,

Let me give this a chance’

Knock on that door!

Say yes to that dream!

Get up and

Knock on the door!

Untitled

A great title doesn’t translate to a good story.

I should know this by now but I love good titles! Damn it! I am a sucker for them! I also love good opening lines!

Today I bought a book with an amazing title and a cover to match! Brilliant title! Funny cover! I was so excited to indulge in it, turned down the music, cigarette in hand and water nearby. What a disappointment!!

This got me thinking; aren’t relationships similar? You meet the handsome stranger, he says all the right things, promises to be a great read; only to be a collection of broken hearts and dreams deferred? Leaving you wondering, why didn’t I choose the less attractive cover? Why didn’t I listen to reviews? Why didn’t I consider that, maybe this was too good to be true?

It’s simple really, it’s advertising. You end up with the cover that resonates with you now! One that compels you to read the book. You want to believe that the great cover is a representation of the great story inside the book. It may turn out to be a disappointment but that thought doesn’t even cross your mind!

When it does turn out to be a disappointment like my book, you close it, hoping to return to it one day. Books have yo be finished! Books have to be perfectly timed, one can hardly finish a sad book when one is in a happy place. Maybe it’s not the book that is bad or disappointing, maybe it’s just the season that doesn’t correlate with the book.

In the end aren’t we all just a collection of broken hearts and dreams deferred, covered in beautiful smiles, waiting for someone to read us at the right season?

We all just want to share our stories….

rachel