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To love or not to love?

Those who are the hardest to love, need it the most – Socrates

Sometimes, it seems far easier for our peace of mind to walk away from those in our lives who are so hard to love. Such situation is certainly a paradox in life. It can be tough and even most times exasperating loving someone who is indifferent to your attempts. I believe that the problem of such people stems from unresolved issues and they may have developed this mental defensive mechanism as a way of coping and in response to their secret concerns. Do we then stop loving them and walk away?

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Love is a choice; sometimes a deliberate decision. You can’t force it down someone’s throat or make them reciprocate what they don’t feel. I should think that it is far more pragmatic to love such a person and to pray for them from a distance because loving them up close can be mentally exhausting and emotionally draining.

Walking away from them should not be about abandoning them ‘cos love is what feeds and fills our soul. Love does not rush. It is patient! I guess we love them because we hope for and see potential for change.

The String…

The tune of the music spoke to her soul.

a sojourner…

a wayfarer…

a traveller…

Following the rolls, cadence and sway of the beat…

searching through the fog in her mind…

ruminating for hope, for joy, for comfort, for deliverance…

The music conjured up emotions lost, but never forgotten…

a balm…

a yearning…

a homecoming…

The chords emitted from the strings of the violin,

its melody soothingly tender yet desperate…

dragging over the strings of her battered and bruised soul

making notes that holds in its promise,

a fulfillment…

a redemption…

peace.

Have you ever felt such attachment to any music that it draws out emotions that finds you struggling for the right words to describe how exactly it makes you feel? I know that sometimes such emotions are raw that we feel as if sharing them with someone else exposes our nakedness, vulnerability and inner privacy.

I grew up in a home with a dad who woke us up most mornings with the melodious flow of sounds of music from the Grundig turntable that had its pride of place in our living room and I grew up learning to appreciate all forms of musical sounds. Many a times, especially nowadays, a track transports me decades back to specific moments in time and I allow the memories trapped in my minds’ eye to dance to the tune.

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Soft. hard.

No.

They look tired.

They seem hardened.

Some look utterly exhausted.

Beaten, bumped and scarred.

by life.

Physically and emotionally…

drained.

I pray peace for them.

a warm, soft and safe place

to lay their weary hands and heads.

21 Things

A warm welcome to the new year. It is a great relief to step into a new calendar year albeit a continuation of the previous 365 days. It is amazing what the thought of a new year does to the mind. The elation and relief, the sense of new hope, new beginning, new expectations, new challenges…. the festive sense of new.

I look back at the truly difficult months of 2020 and my spirit knows the untold sense of joy and relief and the lessened burden of trepidation that hung over my mien all this time. I make concerted effort to shake it off and to keep forging ahead and the only way to do so is to stay thankful and grateful for the much that I have and for who I am. Gratitude is my new currency because gratitude is the seed of abundance.

I am deeply grateful for life and time

For my sound mind and body

I am thankful for my loved one’s

For wonderful and supportive friends

For a new dawn today, the beautiful sunrises and sunsets

For favour and not famine

For gratitude and no grumbling

For hope for a better tomorrow for humanity

For bigger dreams and new beginnings

For small achievements

For the beautiful buds and cool weather of this Winter season in UAE

For my awesome colleagues

For having a job that I enjoy

For unbridled laughter

For safety and security

For expanded horizons

For the opportunity to teach

For the ability to pause, refresh and restart

For music and the fresh song in my spirit

For beautiful, heart-tugging memories

For finding joy and contentment in small things

with..without hope

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without hope
where would we be…
buried under heaps
of rotting despair

without hope
what would we think…
that all is lost
and nothing is gained

with hope
where would we be…
searching for sunshine
and reasons to hold on

with hope
what would we think…
that after every dark night
there’s always rays of light

© Jacqueline

may there always be light at your end 

Let’s grow wiser together…

 

Back home in Nigeria, one of the symbols of wisdom is the spider’s web which represents the creativity and complexity that one requires’ to live a wise life.

How are you spinning your web of life today?

Take notice of how you may be tempted to complain about things over the course of the day. See if you can use these moments to learn more about yourself and your complaint might become insignificant or unnecessary.

A little reminder is not to scapegoat others and to search for who to blame when things go wrong around you. Rather, ask yourself, what part did I contribute to the situation? Owning your decisions and having the courage to acknowledge your share of outcomes of such decisions is the first step towards correction.

Wisdom is bright and does not grow dim
by those who love her, she is readily seen,
and found by those who look for her.

The Book of Wisdom 6: 12 – 16
The Old Testament

Inertia

My state of being towards my blogging and writing has felt like a butterfly caught in a glass jar, but I guess it can’t be classified as anything other than ‘inertia.’ I have searched for the appropriate words, but they elude me. Every day, making a post has been on my mind and most times, I’ve opened my blog, stared at it, not knowing what to say, I simply close it.

Butterflies In A Jar

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A bazillion thoughts, yet none coherent enough to stay attentive. I wanted to say hello and ask how you are doing? I wanted to say Merry Christmas. I wanted to say Happy New Year.  I wanted to share all my news – unfiltered – with you – and I will.

I need to get reinspired and reinvigorated. Life has had me on a rollercoaster of vicious challenges that sometimes, I feel as if my breath is being slowly cut off, but I will not dwell on such things at this moment. It sure feels good to type again, however, let me pause my typing and go visiting.

Hold It…

Dew Drop

hold each day

like a tiny precious dew-drop of water,

gathered on the tip of a petal,

admire her round shape,

for once she rolls into the dust

its gone and indeed lost.

hold each day

by its precious graceful moments,

savour each hour,

never let it go sour,

for once you let moments escape

time lost can’t be caught in videotape

©

Jacqueline

 

Undeserving Grace…

Abundance Grace, Quote, Life, Poetry

Each day I affirm to myself,

that I’ve been given a life of abundant grace.

I got tired and choose to stop hiding under a bushel of abuse and shame,

I got weary of bearing pain, self-doubt, dejection;

depression and all the thousand emotions that have no name.

He told me that my life is a treasure,

that I’m called by name and a gift to my generation.

He said to me;

Arise and shine for a lighthouse has no choice but to shine its light

and to quit living under the heavy millstone.

He untied the binding tentacles of the quagmire enmeshing me

and made me know that my life has a purpose.

He said, daughter, you have been released

For I came to set the captives free.

©

Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha