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Waiting For a “Yes”

Sometimes we need a distraction from life. It keeps us sane. There are days when I’m pulled in multiple directions and I feel like I’ve lost my center. When those days occur, I go home and settle in for the night. But before I do, I spend some time writing a scene of my next book.

This week has been busy. I’m preparing a baby shower for my daughter.  It’s a joyous event that has been somewhat dampened by COVID. I never thought I would have to plan an event that would require its attendees to wear masks and stay six feet apart. Such an occasion requires hugs. Something that will be lacking from the event.

We live in the North East. New Hampshire to be exact. I’m planning to have the shower outside under a 20-foot tent at the end of September. I’m holding my breath. I hope the weather holds, and that it will be a warm day.

Two years ago, I hosted her wedding. The wedding was on October 20th and it snowed. Yes, the wedding was outside. Thankfully, we planned appropriately, and rented sides for the tent, and heaters. We ended up needing them. It was a beautiful wedding. We had a wonderful time.

So, I’m hoping this event is blessed with a bright sunny day. There will be no sides to this tent. We want to make sure everyone is safe and to make extra sure, we will have fresh air flowing through the tent.

My younger daughter is working diligently to prepare the menu. She is making a special cake for the guest of honor. It’s a treat shared throughout their dad’s family and she’s making a special effort to please her sister. It warms my heart.

I’m ready for my part. The tent is reserved, party favors ready, and gifts are wrapped. Now we only wait for September 26th where we can shower her with love and gifts to usher in the new little one.

In between the excitement, that brings my family together, I write and wait. Hoping for the response all authors wish for.

Until then I wish you all a wonderful week hoping you realize your dreams.

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Sandbox

When my girls were children they spent hours outside. Usually playing in the sandbox under the swing set, I built for them. I often think about those simple days gone by. This poem was a way to remember the good old days.

Sand Box

I look out my back window

At where you used to play

I smile as I remember

All the sunny days

I recall your laughter

As I’d sit and watch you play

In the sandbox that I built for you

Where you’d want to spend the day

At times the sand became a tower

And then it would be gone

Only to become a creation

That came from your precious mind

No matter what you built or made

I loved to watch you play

In the sandbox that I built for you

Those were special days

You’ve since grown up

And moved away

But the memories they remain

The sandbox that I built for you

Will never be the same

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I Am Arjuna – Bhagavad Gita

I am Arjuna. I am he, who’s called to fight. To kill. To liberate.

The image that stares back at me is fighting with she who studies that body, that spirit, that soul. The soul that signed the contract that would teach her who she truly is.

My dark night of the soul pulls me into the depth of my inner self. It struggles with the lives I have lived in this one lifetime. My soul now calls me to see myself, not as the flesh and blood that walks the earth today. But to see my divine nature.

I am now called to the struggle between life and death. No, not suicide. I am called to awaken. It is time to see my soul self and be that which the creator created me to be.

Love.

I am Arjuna. I am he, who listens to the teacher.

When I study the image of the face looking back at me, I stare into the eyes that are the window to the soul.

I am called to fight, yet I love. How can I destroy that which I have become comfortable with, that which I have grown to know so intimately.

The struggles I’ve lived with and survived, are now part of me. I cling to them as a drowning person would cling to the life vest. It is all I know.

I am Arjuna. I am he, the brave warrior.

I am called to face my fears. To stare down that which challenges me. That which stirs within me, the ultimate fight or flight nature.

The longer I stand in front of the image, the greater the need to know the truth.

I am love, yet I am called by the inner stirring to fight. I now fight for the love that is buried deep within, waiting to be rescued.

I long to breathe the fresh air and feel the warmth of the sun shining on my face. I long to be released from the prison of which I place myself. It is time to be released from the dark night that has held me in a state of nothingness.

I am Arjuna. I am he who rejoices in the light.

Darkness recedes as the light fills my soul. Beckoning me to shine, a light so bright it lights up the world.

I am the expression of my soul. My true divine self has risen and continues to shine bringing forth a love so great it will never be contained.

I am Arjuna.

We are all Arjuna.