If there is a rainstorm in your life and all around you clusters of dark heavy clouds, it's okay. Really, it is okay. There are times for each of us where no matter how hard we try a heaviness may fall upon us creating a blanket of murky waters. With each step we take, we feel the thick uneasiness of our days. We try to wipe away the fog that gathers at our window, peering through looking for the slightest hint of a sunbeam. We wipe and wait, wipe and wait and wait. The thick dew remains a constant reminder that all does not feel okay. Not by a long shot. Try as I might, I can't lift that window pane. It is stuck and I feel trapped inside.
I wish I had a genie who came in a bottle. Three wishes. That's all I need, I say. Three not so big wishes. Genies are make believe I remind myself.
I wish I had a lucky rabbit's foot. The small soft pink kind. That's all I need. One small fluffy rabbit's foot to carry with me always.
I wish I had a four leaf clover with no brown edges. The really lucky kind.
The next time I am feeling blue and all around me I see happy face scenes moving about without me in them, I will tell myself, "It is okay even if at this moment it does not feel totally okay."
And then I shall create my own scene. This scene. I will myself to that window while silently cursing the fog that has settled on it. I ignore it, refusing to lay my beautiful hands any where near it. I look past the fog straight into the mosaic courtyard of my life. I demand to see sunshine. I call forth the sunbeams, pushing aside the heavy murk. I step aside into the clearing.
Now I stand there in a scene of my making, I throw my hands into the air, throw back my weightless head, puff out my mighty chest, close my radiant eyes and I yell upward from within my beautiful self, "Thank you! Thank you!! Thank you!!! I need look no further than here."
I really made a scene.
I wish I had a genie who came in a bottle. Three wishes. That's all I need, I say. Three not so big wishes. Genies are make believe I remind myself.
I wish I had a lucky rabbit's foot. The small soft pink kind. That's all I need. One small fluffy rabbit's foot to carry with me always.
I wish I had a four leaf clover with no brown edges. The really lucky kind.
The next time I am feeling blue and all around me I see happy face scenes moving about without me in them, I will tell myself, "It is okay even if at this moment it does not feel totally okay."
And then I shall create my own scene. This scene. I will myself to that window while silently cursing the fog that has settled on it. I ignore it, refusing to lay my beautiful hands any where near it. I look past the fog straight into the mosaic courtyard of my life. I demand to see sunshine. I call forth the sunbeams, pushing aside the heavy murk. I step aside into the clearing.
Now I stand there in a scene of my making, I throw my hands into the air, throw back my weightless head, puff out my mighty chest, close my radiant eyes and I yell upward from within my beautiful self, "Thank you! Thank you!! Thank you!!! I need look no further than here."
I really made a scene.
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