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angst, clouds, divorce, fear, friendship, joy, Love, meditation, motivation, photography, photos, rainbows, spirituality, storms, sunset, surrender, unconditional love
For most of my life I existed in the turbulent storms: family deaths, divorce, alcoholic loved ones, verbal abuse, disability, discrimination…
There were moments amidst the pain that a glimmer of hope entered my heart allowing in possibilities: new friendships, a change of career, graduate school…
I started to heal. I gardened and walked and read. I could not see the light yet, but I knew it existed.
I took up meditation and reveled in the colors erupting amidst the clouds that hid my pain.
Life shifted from one dense mass of angst. Layers appeared. At first I was afraid. The apex of the mass seemed to be all there was. The pain was intense. But the inner knowing said go deeper.
I trembled at the unknowing.
Pain was not my friend or lover. But it was familiar and I was safe in its constancy. As fear moved to the far horizon, pain rumbled and taunted with comforting enticements of sameness…
Prisms of light appeared illuminating the path to joy.
The fear lifted from my being. I surrendered and plunged into the unknowing to find as the layers were released my spirit could finally soar.
Lunacy sometimes appears tempting me to follow in its cyclic pursuit of the ego…
Wisps of doubt niggle at my soul. Tempting — always — tempting to fall into the abyss of pain and despair.
But this moment — I choose clarity and an unencumbered path — free to feel joy and peace and love.
Life is a blank canvas. I hope you paint your canvas with Love and joy and peace.
Life in the City with a Future 
TOTALLY AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!
Thanks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You Just think you were invisible I watched over you Monday morning as you started on your walk. I am back on the Mountain always remember I got your back. Even from here
Thanks. Hope you’ve got the camera ready. The leaves are a changing.
Lovely and hopeful. Thank you for sharing 🙂
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I read the first part and was grabbed by the wrist. The first line is me… Beautiful piece. Captivating and full of hope, where this person who is typing this comment could use some from time to time.
Thank you. I am glad it touched you in a positive way. 😀 The person typing this comment needs hope too. ❤ I think that might be a prerequisite of being a member of the human species.
I saw this on Artists For Peace and thought “This looks/sounds like Colleen. I must tell her. I wonder who wrote it.” I clicked on “View Original” and ended up here. So funny.
There can be only one Colleen. 😀
LOL ❤ In writing, it is emphasized that you need to be true to your own unique voice. I always thought, I need to get me one of those unique voices.” I guess I did without knowing it. With all the chores I have to do today — I have to admit I wish there were two Colleens today. 😀
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