I Can...

I wish I could turn my kids brains off for one moment. Stop the constant motion of their thoughts so they could only feel from their heart and soul. So they could truly see themselves from a different realm. Not the eyes of others but their own mind's eye. I want them to realize that who they once were, before technology, society and conforming took over their brains IS exactly who they truly are. The fun, confident, loving, caring and compassionate beings that existed when they were small is buried in their depths and only they can bring themselves back. They are in a constant place of worry and anxiety over what their peers say about them, what their teachers and coaches think about them and school in general. They once had an immense power in their confidence which brought them success in all of their talents and it saddens me to see them struggling in areas they shouldn't even be concerned with as children and young adults. No matter how much I try and guide them and inspire them, it's ultimately up to them to break the illusions and make the changes. It doesn't help that they're so damn stubborn and closed-minded. They are always right and Mom is wrong. I miss their magic, imagination and determination that once filled our days. I'm sad to constantly hear, "I can't..." instead of "I can...". My hope is that somewhere along their path they can be mindful, at peace and find the love of life they possessed when they were small...that they find their, "I CAN..." again!

Time is not Real

* It appears I wasn't such a dimwit in my teens. It's a shame I didn't truly understand what I was writing about.


A figment of the human mind,
an illusion set by man.
It never was significant,
time is not real.
The future is clear,
yet to be created.
The past is no more,
it cannot be recreated.
The present always is.
Tomorrow never comes.
Today is always here.
The reality is,
time is not real,
you only have now.
Time;
just another deception
from the depth of the
        human mind.


 

Sandra Murdoch-Becker, Copyright 1987