Turning Gray Skies Blue

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Without exception, everybody gets hit with shit. Some succumb to the pressure. Others barely survive. Why? Because, they’ve lost their muchness. Well, that’s what The Mad Hatter said to Alice: “You’ve lost your muchness. In there (pointing to her belly), something’s missing.” 

What’s missing in your life?

Sure, it is beyond wonderful to have that particular someone in your life who, without fail, creates beautiful ballads from bad rhymes; who turns your frown upside down; who extends unrelenting support; whose energy cocoons you and transmits new life; whose silent love imbues strength.

But what if that special person is not available or are no longer here on earth? 

There is a reason that your peace is deeply disturbed or that your boat is at the brink of a shipwreck. And until you realize and exercise your own strength, you may be kept in the storm.

So, where is your muchness?

There is a smoldering in your belly. When ignited, it becomes a powerful flame that can never be extinguished no matter what life douses. 

The strength you need already exists inside of you.

Do you have the guts to light it? Because no one else, no matter how lovely, is capable of lighting your fire. 

Live Magically, 

Coley

Quicksand

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It seems as though the earth upon which I stand is quicksand. Slowly sinking but never fully submerging is a heartless ruse. 

 I am forced to lay back when I’m accustomed to being strong, fighting, going against the grain and all. But because of the cement-like sediment, I cannot battle and quickly maneuver or else I seal my fate with my demise.

So, what do I do? 

The hour is late. The tide is soon to roll in. There is no “sink or swim” and “fly or die” doesn’t apply.

The only thing that I am able to do is close my eyes, lean back, breathe and wait for salvation.

Sometimes, I wonder if all of this is worth it? My answer is yes!

Life certainly teaches. But is the drama necessary? A simple notecard mysteriously placed on my pillow will do.

I suppose experiencing a particular thing is best. Beyond everything, I can only strengthen atrophied muscles by actually working them. But I never anticipated that relaxing and mentally letting go would be an area that needed exercise.

But I accept the invitation. Actually, I have no choice.

Live Magically,

Coley