Seasons of Life ......and Life Is Good!

Ever wonder ....about how the seasons affect you?

Ever paid attention to the sights, smells, temperatures, ............that bring something to mind?
I'm consciously doing that this Fall... stopping myself .......thinking a lot more.....especially winter .....and purposely already focusing on things that are true, right, pure ...excellent and worthy of praise.

Who's story am I living for myself?
Is it mine and only mine?
Is it true?

When I look in the mirror..............or in the face of a friend....or relative....what is reflected back?

Do I like what I see?

Watched a movie last night "The Ride"...........a reminder that life does not always seem fair..........but it is up to us to Live It Anyway!

Every year in my life.......more "untruths" are released.  

Every season..... good memories and a positive life experience presents themselves...and I see them....smell them....taste them.....hear them.....touch them....embrace them....and they are mine.

My reality.

Life is good.

Written by Debbie Kesley


My Hump

Midlife ........hump days.........hump years.......guess the question is "which direction am I looking with my thoughts and energy which create?"   Debbie Kesley 

"We must be willing to let go of the life we've  planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us."
 Joseph Campbell 


Stick to What You Know.....

What conditions do I require ..............to feel my worthiness?
Whose approval do I need......to feel my worthiness?
2 out of 3 days were spent outside covered in dirt , sunshine and fresh air.........or creatively painting. 2 out of 3 days were given to the meditation of choosing to listen to Source of who I really am ....rather than sometimes the absence of respect, approval and love of others.
Lots of contemplation on the concept of "unconditional love' ..... how I give it, how I choose to receive it.
When it is all said and done ...............my human side and my spiritual side are sometimes at conflicting ends.
Sometimes.......life seems unfair.
At those times it is when we have a choice .....a choice to choose where we put our focus.
Ever tried to explain crazy before? 
Ever attempted to take situations that are so f*cked up that you are damned if you do and damned if you don't?
Well.......those are the times I think that it is best to treat the situation like a bomb threat.
Call in the Higher Powers ...........and walk away.
Leave it to the professionals.
Stick to what you know and what you have control over.
I have control over myself.
Who , what , where, when and why do I want to be myself?
What conditions do I require ..............to feel my worthiness?
Whose approval do I need......to feel my worthiness?
Then move along.

"Unconditional love is a state of giving and secure awareness that once attained applies to all loving relationships, not just maternal ones. Years ago I wrote an entire book entitled Unconditional Love. Because it is an internal state of consciousness, the love that is expressed is not conditional upon the circumstances and events of the other person. It is based on a recognition of the absolute connection and identity of the other’s essence with your own Being. Behavior has not bearing on that experience.

Written by Debora Kesley 


Breathing Again

Honestly........probably this last year in my life has brought all of the below.

I'm coming out of a season of great emotional loss and like the little green peas in my garden , who inch by inch are continuing their journey upwards toward the light....and producing all the fruit within their ability to produce.........

I feel the 'shift' within me from death to life.............
from mourning to dancing ...............

Like being under water...disoriented.....and with that first gulp of air when the lungs breathe in the oxygen from the small amount of space that distinguishes drowning from swimming naked, newborn, into the calm waters of life.................

I'm alive..........I'm breathing........I'm swimming............I feel again...........and it is good.

Ecclesiastes 3
1There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under the heavens:
2a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
3a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
4a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
5a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
6a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
7a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
8a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.


An UnMerry Christmas

An UnMerry Christmas

The Ghosts of Christmas Pasts are attached to every  
Christmas word, song, smell and tradition.
Feeling like a knife that scrapes away little pieces of my heart,
leaving it shredded and bleeding.

The bright lights
meant to please just
hurt my eyes,
that are puffy from crying.

Crowds that once
empowered my
extroverted personality,
now leave me feeling drained.

Christmas music I use
to hum and sing along with,
just lure me to a door on my heart
with a protective “do not enter" sign.

Smells of festive foods
bombard my memories with
meals I use to prepare
and served to loved ones.

Decorated trees have no place in my home
to stand towering - pointing branching fingers
toward loved one’s residual energy
whose physical presence can no longer be felt.

There is a time to be merry, and a time to grieve.
Grieving feels real and that’s okay for now.
To grieve does not require effort
or pretense.

It is in reality my “UnMerry Christmas.”
Please let it be what it is and help
me respect its power to pass through my heart
and life this year without pretense.

Written by Debbie Kesley


Confessions of a Broken Winged Hippy Chic

"Sometimes I just Cluck better than Soar with my Angel-Winged Self!"  Written by Debbie Kesley


Summer Storms in Life

Summer Storms
Making all things new in some way. 

Rain, falling freely,
A gift from the Creator.
Washing away the dust, grime and pollen
While watering the tender bamboo transplants and the strong trees standing tall.

Does rain in the physical reality possibly
Represent times in our life when out of no where
The storms blow in,
Sending us running for cover from it’s power?

Do the strong roots of those tall places within us
Soak up the power of change
Transforming it into deeper roots
Of wisdom and strength?

Do the tender, newly transplanted areas of
Our life benefit from the pounding,
Soaking aspects that makes us
Reach deeper for the roots to grow?

Summer Storms
Making all things new in some way. 

Written by Debbie Kesley  at  ccpmsblues.blogspot.com