Don’t keep lowering your standards, ‘cos one day you’ll wake up and find that there’s nothing left to lower and nothing left to hold.
© 2018 Jacqueline
Yes, we literally planted our dreams. Grabbing handfuls of the remaining Spring’s moments, I took the children to the park armed with our post-its and coloured pens. Each of us wrote out 5 dreams/aspiration of ours, folded the papers nicely, dug little holes around the tree and planted them amongst the grass. We had a few curious squirrels as observers and I guess they aren’t surprised ‘cos they’ve seen enough queer humans.
I told the children that though the paper might decay and become one with earth, the dreams have been sown into their hearts and that each day they must till the soil of their dreams, water and nurture them till they yield bountiful returns ‘cos every seedling has its season.
I also told them that sometimes our dreams and aspirations change and our harvest becomes different but that it’s okay ‘cos that’s the way life works at times. However, for each aspiration, they must plant it into the soil of their reality and not hold on to the seeds ‘cos the seeds alone will not yield abundance. ‘All great deeds begin as seeds.’ Months and years may pass before these seeds grow into full form and we see the glimpse of our harvest, but the birthing moment is as important as the harvest.
The land is green and the Earth is ripe for planting. Amidst the pressures of our modern lives, we tend to think that the conditions have to be right in order for us to start but time and time again my experience has shown that most times the simple act of starting is what makes the conditions right.
Love and Light Always,
Depression wants to sleep with me tonight
but I ain’t having none of that!
I told him that I don’t cheat on Peace
‘cos he brings me Joy, Harmony, Balance
and lots of untold goodies.
I told him that he’s such a poor lover
who leaves me all wound up,
empty and downcast.
That our tumultuous relationship
has me faking orgasmic satisfaction
and that has simply been a lie.
I kicked him out into the cold night
and wedged the door tight with a chair under the lock.
He sulked and begged and cajoled to be let back in
he even promised to be more gentle in his loving
but I ain’t having none of that.
I have listened to his sleek lies in the past
when he used me and put up his feet by the fireplace
having a good smoke while I cried my eye’s raw and my heart bled.
I told him that he’s a Baboon
and he’s not going to get more handsome soon.
His spots are embedded in his thick skin and
can’t be washed off with soap.
I quickly called Peace on speed dial though it was late,
even the birds had gone to roost
but I had to so as not to cave into Depressions whiny voice.
Knowing Peace, he’s such a good guy
he answered once he saw my repeated calls.
He called his companions
Joy, Harmony, Love, Hope, Faith, Music, Laughter…
and they all came along.
They played and danced in my living room all night long whilst
I had a goodnight’s rest in the desired arms of Peace.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
Interestingly, this is totally my outlook towards life, except it left out the part about me being a friendly person. I saw a post on Vanessa’s blog and got curious enough to click on it and it’s fun.
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