Some things must be said.
Some things, they must be said. But please keep your pity for yourself.....for where you are blind.
I feel something inside of me changing, birthing.... I cannot stay like this any longer.
These thoughts hold me prisoner, even this writing could be dangerous........yet something must be said. Some things.........
I am so contradictory. It is exhausting riding the moods of my mind. Mixed with the truth of the world in all its breaking down. And a deep seeded need to feel safe and secure in a world with no such thing....
I have filed for bankruptcy. I will need to turn in my car in Feb. I need a much cheaper place with my son. I am scared. I have been working. We have a simple life. And yet we have nothing. From working my boys are taken care of when i pass. Thank God...
My sons are the best experiences of my life. By far. I love deeper everyday from knowing these two angels. They have and continue to make life worth living. They have shown me a love that never was born, nor shall it ever die. The safest place I have ever known on this planet is within the love of my sons Myles and Christian.
Its as everyone shares, in the blink of an eye its gone....possibilities.....sometimes dreams.....the rosebud blossom, childhood and than one's child's childhood.
My mother loves to share the story with me of how I was born a month "late" and how I did not want to come out into this world. Then, I was born quickly, three pushes she says. Maybe I saw the tongs they were gonna grab at my head with.........nnnooooooooo........
I feel her story. I feel it inside of me in the deepest place. Yes how I love to curl up into a ball and hide under my covers, with loud fans whirling creating a womb like sound.
The things that continue to happen here astound me and make me feel disease in my bones. I try to shield myself from as much as possible. Because I already feel it and going into it more produces a state of depression and hopelessness and fear.
I seek the tear in the fabric. It only comes in moments. It is the quiet voice and feels a higher state. The knowing, the pulling, the flow that has and will forever propel all things forward to light. To love.....
Something it is silly to try to put into words. It is that that is too vast to be named.
Surrender Sherilyn....Surrender Sherri....let it be.....there is nothing to do. It is christmas pj day with my little one.
LISTEN LISTEN LISTEN to your quiet voice..... It will guide you and all of us have this as our birthright.
I come here to take it to the streets and release more masks this frightened world has made a belief of wearing them and hiding. Instead of shedding them and......gliding......truthfully.....xxoo
Love and Light, as always