The Path to Discovery

The chorus lifted me up. It  spruced  my imagination and led me on a wild goose chase. This little girl once had an imagination so full of life, it was vibrating through my body. I miss that little girl; I miss that love. The moment of time that pulled me in to the most imaginable time of my life. Who could forget the childhood spent with my friends dreaming up castles, witches, cauldrons and dreaming about prince charming? This is the time in life that I need my prince, a reflection on how life has catapulted us to a realm of despair. A despair so frequent that this is the new norm. We are going through life with a vengeance. Wanting the despair of hate, crimes, sickness and disease rampant around the world.   Love is somewhere hidden at the bottom of the pile. It has evaporated into the unknown as the death, destruction and mayhem riddle our bodies and minds. Love is there. Love is sitting there waiting for us to evolve so that the light can flourish through the darkne...

  The times have changed. They have ripped me apart; they have lunged me back into reality and they have stepped me up in the time of revolution. How can that be when we don’t know what we are dealing with? Sometimes we have to trust, trust our instincts. Be a martyr, be a pauper or be a stumbling block for the less fortunate. We all need that realisation that we can succumb to the life that we so desperately need for survival. A stumbling block that can lead the poor to find humanity and when that happens, the doors are less frightening and threatening for the ones walking through them.   We have an inkling that the roads less travelled are the ones that make us right again. The ones that can flourish when we find that road, find that way of life and hold steady the realisation that unbeknown to us we have another way of moving forward. This is called freedom. This is called living the life that can flourish and accept us warts and all. It is a hard road to follow. I have le...