An Enchanted Elixir Named Purpose

Hey there, it’s me
I recognize your beautiful face, those sparkling eyes brimming with fire and lightning
How striking you are when your spaces are filled
Overflowing, bubbling with a magic potion you can’t supply from a bottle
Self-made liquid
Let it flow, let it pour from your mouth, your eyes, your ears
Soak it up with that healthy, vibrant brain and feel it sink in
Feel it sink down into your skin, to your muscles, your bones
You feel it?
Tell me, do you feel it?

Remember this feeling
Hold on to the memory of what it looks like, feels like, tastes like

Dip your weary hands and your tired feet and when you are ready
Submerge yourself
Every aching limb, every last remnant of scar tissue
Be bathed in it
Surrender to its supernatural healing powers
Own the rippling reflection staring back at you
Purpose looks divine on you

 

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New purpose has the ability to fill your empty spaces. Even if only for a moment, you can feel freed from pain, freed from worry, freed from grief. Your heart and soul swelled up like a hot air balloon just before flight, you begin to recognize yourself again.

-CS

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Masterpiece

Weaving together
Woven together
Your deep brown eyes fixated, your obsessive mind completely immersed
Desperately trying to etch to memory the feel of each curving string
Your trembling hands tracing and gliding over every single fiber
Will you think of me when your fingers brush across those red-inked strands?

A brilliantly camouflaged framework sat perfectly positioned
Looming beneath my blinded vision

Why did you take those broken threads I severed with my shaky handed scissors and weave them into a new tapestry, hung so magnificently exposed on my castle wall?

Before minds could appreciate the beauty of such a work of art
You silently replaced the old fabric with the new
Before there was ever a chance of laying it to rest
Your everlasting treasure left for me to find
Without warning
Without words

Your masterpiece

-CS

Beauty Before Me

Sitting with my arms resting upon my folded knees in front of me I can feel the gravel digging into the flesh underneath me. I’ve lost weight.

In my panoramic view I see the makings of a handmade patchwork quilt; countless shades of green, the land broken into various squares and rectangles by lines of wire fencing and grids of farmers fields. I am a humbled spectator watching the sun and clouds work together to create an impressive show featuring their cast favorites, shadows and light.

One rectangle in particular hosts a tribe of mules, their shining golden tails forever dancing in an effort to keep the summer flies at bay. I chuckle because I can’t contain my joy and appreciation for seeing something so impossibly wonderful; this picture that’s been so artfully crafted and laid out on a canvas before me.

I think about moments that have led me here. Flashes of my existence flutter through my brain; the past catching up to the future and landing me in the present. This present moment.

Behind a big beautiful house on a hill, sitting in the gravel drive, I’m seeing for the first time the product of ten years ago, three days ago, yesterday and one moment ago.

The canvas laid out for me, I proudly pick up my brush, stare down my demons and dare them to keep me from painting.

-CS

Game Over

I remember all the ups and downs of playing Super Mario Brothers Deluxe on my purple Gameboy Color when I was just a wee little redhead. I recall the excitement I felt each time I surpassed an obstacle that had stopped me on previous attempts. I also recall the moments of frustration as I watched the screen fade to black and those two dreaded words appeared across my screen. In a video game it’s called Game Over, however in real life we prefer to call it starting fresh.

Life is a series of trial and error, starting and restarting. With practice–the idea is to get further ahead than the last. We spend our lives inching closer and closer to attaining the things we believe will make us happy. Sometimes we’re right, and sometimes we couldn’t be more wrong.

We suffer the most heartbreak on those occasions we get the closest we’ve ever been, but in the process we become the strongest us we’ve ever been.

Maybe Game Over isn’t the worst thing in the world. Maybe in actuality it’s the best thing that could ever happen to you.

-CS

 

 

 

 

Yellow Springs

Yesterday I spent time walking in a technicolor dream. A town so colorful that half its name occupies a stripe in the rainbow. A place where creativity and hard working passion seem to crash through every street corner like a tidal wave of prismatic pigments. The energy hits you with a force so irresistible that you find yourself craving to be caught in its kaleidoscope of rolling currents.

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I couldn’t help but be drawn to the line of shops painted tuscan yellow, lavender and teal. Catty-corner sat a turquoise, wooden bench decorated with groovy, white and pink flowers inviting any well-worn traveler.

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Inside the Village Artisans, an awe-inspiring boutique showcasing local artists work, a simple hand painted piece captured my attention. At the check out counter I took part in  a conversation that I won’t easily forget.

“Are you an artist?” I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came. She continued, “You look like you’re into the arts.” Bashfully I answered, “Yea, I mean I love art… But I enjoy writing, writing is more my thing.” Matter of factly the woman replied, “Writing is art.”

Smiling I said, “I suppose it is.”

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-CS

Thank you MRA, for adventuring with me. Also thanks to @foxglovefollies for letting me capture that moment in time.

 

What Makes You Dauntless?

Dauntless: *Not to be daunted or intimidated; fearless; intrepid; bold

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I will not let a powder pink embroidered skirt scare me. NOT TO BE DAUNTED OR INTIMIDATED

I spotted it amongst a few other pretty garments hanging in wait for the right person to pick them up. Hmmm…I like the way it looks reflecting back at me in the mirror. Could it be that we’re a match? INTREPID

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I placed that skirt on the check out counter before I could change my mind, and strutted out the door carrying a beautifully packaged victory. FEARLESS

Wearing this outfit because I like the way I feel in it. BOLD

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Now, I realize that not everyone has a fear of wearing what I would consider a “girly” skirt, but the same principle applies to any source of fear. We are human so we are not exempt from feeling fear, rather it is the choice we make to face our fear with gloves on and a mouthpiece in that makes us dauntless.

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I want to know! What makes you dauntless?

Love Always,

CS

*Definition taken from dictionary.com

You Can Wear Lipstick Too

I hesitated when I was contemplating the idea for this post. Social media is so saturated with full face makeup, I wondered if this sentiment held any value somewhere in the world in 2017. Because of my personal experience, I decided that it must.

A few months ago I made a trip to Starbucks with a friend. The two of us started a conversation with the barista taking our order, and at some point during the back and forth the barista girl looks at me and says, “I love your lipstick, I wish I could pull that off as well as you.”

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Now, my first reaction was red-faced awkward embarrassment because I instinctively respond that way when strangers give me an unexpected compliment. I had a couple seconds to think about my response.

I told her I appreciated her words and then I said to her, “But you Can pull it off just as well. It just takes time to get used to it.” I encouraged her to try it, and keep trying it, if it was something she thought she might want to explore. I felt called to let her know I was once in her shoes. I had experienced those same feelings when I would see beautiful, bold lipstick on another person. “It just doesn’t look right on me”, was an all too familiar thought. I remember it feeling unattainable, as if only certain people were members of this mysterious lipstick club, and I was not one of them.

I was wrong.

I choose to wear bold lipstick, and so can you.

Did you ever experience similar thoughts when you tried bold lipstick for the first time?

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Thanks for reading.

-CS