NEITHER HERE NOR THERE

"There is no better way to feel happier

than to be content with who you are."

Dina Al-Hidiq Zebib

It is when we are content with our lovely selves that the first hiccup comes planting a tiny small seed of unrest.  It sucks energy from our roots and grows in defiance.  Unknowingly, any tears we shed increase the growth and it is now accompanied by an ever so slight whisper.

Niggling thoughts float just outside of our consciousness, and they annoy like gnats in the air. There is something 'there' pestering to be invited in.  As we turn our eyes in avoidance, the repressed growth is formulating a suitable drama for our dreamscape.

We cannot hush unspoken words nor can we pull the deeply rooted growth, but we can stand in the warmth of the sun upon our face as it seeps down to our knees and toes.  By extending our arms, we experience the air that flows beneath the birds and angels wings.  I am neither here nor there.