“Stop Shrinking Yourself to Fit in Places You’ve Outgrown” – Unknown

Written for and Published in The Seeds 4 Life.

We hold on to what’s comfortable. We hold on so tightly, that we become part of it. Where we live, a significant other, a job, a habit. We believe we belong to it and it belongs to us. Even if it no longer makes us grow. Even if the shoe no longer fits, the love becomes stale, the job sucks at our soul, the habit becomes destructive – it’s comfortable and we hold on.

The thing about comfort is that it convinces us anything outside of it is too foreign to accept. Anything outside of it is scary. Anything outside of it will not fit. Anything outside of it is past our ability to understand. But our roots know better. Our roots know in order to grow, it needs to grow past comfort zones.

And if the things we belong to no longer serves our growth, if the love is stale, the shoe is too small, the job has left our soul thirsty, our habits have become destructive, we have contracted. We have forced ourselves to shrink. We have forced ourselves to fit into places our roots have grown past. Our roots know, it’s ok if we expand as well. Because LOVE is the energy that expands and FEAR is the energy that contracts.

So, choose LOVE. Grow. Expand. The other side of comfort waits.

Hateful Heart


In a hateful heart
Lives a frightened soul
One that sees the world
Wearing a blindfold

In a hateful heart
Lives a lost dream
One that feels defeated
A battle told by screams

In a hateful heart
Lives a gleam of light
One that casts a shadow
Distracting days to night

In a hateful heart
Lives an untold ending
One whose path can change
When LOVE begins its mending

Strong

Strong with the pain
Strong with the tears
Strong with release
Of all haunting fears

Strong with the love
Strong with the faith
Strong with the certainty
Of life’s flow of change

Strong with the gratitude
Strong with the giving
Strong with the promise
For the soul to keep on living

“Life Is Only a Reflection of What We Allow Ourselves to See” – Trudy Symeonakis Vesotsky

Written for and Published in The Seeds 4 Life

What kind of lens are you seeing life through?

Is it the lens of bitterness? Reflecting a life of resentment and disappointments? Where anger bubbles on the surface and keeps your heart hardened?  

Is it the lens of contentment? Reflecting a life of joy and progress? Accepting this beautiful gift that’s life and extending your hand to journey with it?

Is it the lens of fear?
Reflecting a life of living so far from the edge, you can’t even feel the breeze of possibilities?

Is it the lens of courage?
Reflecting a life of opportunities taken and the growth experienced from jumping into faith?

Is it the lens of victimization?
Reflecting a life of pointing the finger at everyone and everything you have convinced yourself is at fault for where you are?

Is it the lens of love?
Reflecting a life of complete compassion? Compassion for yourself? Compassion for others?

I ask you again? What kind of lens are you seeing life through? If it is one that is not fueling the constructive evolution of your being, change the lens.

You hold the power in the vision and how life reflects back what you allow yourself to see.

A place in the world

 

Damascus, Syria
 
Because we don’t choose our place of birth

Some are born in hell on earth

Seeking  a place to belong

A place where they can sing their beautiful song

In hopes that one will take a listen

And hear the message in each note’s presence.

The message of love, the message of fear

The message of hoping to find a home here

It’s in that seeking one has to wonder

Why someone’s life is more of value than another

Where the death of one is humanistic

But a death of many is just statistic

And in the hopes to find this home

They leave behind all they’ve ever known

And trek along with a sea of souls

In search of safer dreams and goals

But the journey to freedom is met with resistance

Invisible borders challenge persistence

But the fear of returning to what is hell

Makes the journey to freedom something comforting to dwell.

For those born in better lands

Reach out and give a helping hand

Because we don’t choose our place of birth

It could have been you, born in hell on earth.
***dedicated to every refugee who has been forced out of their place of birth, their home, that one place in the world they’ve ever known***

I have deep respect for Doctors without borders. They are currently helping refugees and are also in Syria doing work. If there’s an interest to donate: http://www.doctorswithoutborders.org/country-region/syria