Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Thoughts become things and I fear that sometimes I think myself right onto the path of following in my mothers footsteps. Why is the grass always greener? The wonder always pertinent? My fears my reality? I spend a lot of time alone. Not lonely. But alone like I was born from some Basquait painting.
The unequivocal need to separate myself from a past that should hold no bearing leaves me contemplative and crying. Breaking the chains that bind me prove irreverent sometimes and I can't tear myself free.
Not everything needs to come full circle does it? Can I step out of it like a ticket line? Wallowing in self-pity doesn't suit me. The blanket of food doesn't fit me anymore. And the incessant relaying of similarities has overstayed their welcome. I am not her anymore then she was me and this isn't some painting or song or symphony. This is my life. I guess sometimes even I need to be reminded. Reminded of a promise I made to myself. My own words venturing once again to teach me...
Posted by Pepper Carlson, C.Ht. at 9:20 AM
Words on Screen & Words on Paper
- Blink, Malcolm Gladwell
- Casablanca (1942)
- Chocolat (2000)
- Feel the Fear and Do It Anyway, Susan Jeffer, Ph.D.
- Harold and Maude (1971)
- Invictus (2009)
- On The Waterfront (1954)
- Singin in the Rain (1952)
- The Celestine Prophecy, James Redfield
- The Four Agreements, Miguel Ruiz
- The Greatest Salesman in the World, Og Mandino
- The Power of Now, Eckhart Tolle
- The Seven Spiritual Laws of Success, Deepak Chopra
- The Shawshank Redemption (1994)
- The Tao of Pooh, Benjamin Hoff
- The Wizard of Oz (1939)
- West Side Story (1961)
- What Happy People Know, Dan Baker