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The Moment…

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Be still my over active mind,
Exist inside the moment.
Where the noise is less abrasive,
Exit the spiraling confinement.

This moment, so elusive.
I need anchor and chains.
Past and present live in projections,
I seek release from immaterial refrains.

Conscious contact with God
Rests in this moment.
I seek His sunlight,
And nurturing fulfillment.

©E.D. Allee
May, 2014

Image: http://www.stgabrielashland.org/site/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/harvest.jpg

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Mangled No More: Friday Fictioners Challenge…

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Friday Fictioneers prompt for 28 March 2014. (Found on a great blog I follow: http://theeclecticpoet.com/2014/03/27/jealousy-kills-friday-fictioneers/)

What is Friday Fictioneers? Rochelle presents a challenge to write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end, based upon a picture that she provides on her blog.

Here is today’s picture prompt (below).

Mangled No More

Word Count: 100

Genre: Fiction

Walking among the mangled and familiar. Sarah considers her life a parallel. She knows these woods will untangle her thoughts, they always have. She considers her decision as clear as her diminishing high will allow. Trying to imagine her life free from addiction’s rule. Then, suddenly, a whisper upon the wind speaks to her soul. She feels her mother’s presence and falls to her knees in tears. She knows what has to be done. Her fears must be shed and light pursued. Deciding to leave the twisted forests of her past, she takes steps to lead her back to herself.

 

Thought from Hazelden…

This post comes from a daily reading I receive from the Hazelden Foundation. Addiction treatment, recovery literature etc. It really struck me- maybe it will strike a couple of you too!

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To use the past without being controlled by it — that is our responsibility to history. Because the past is irrecoverably vanished, it’s sometimes tempting to forget it or to falsify it. But being true to ourselves means being true to our history.

Past cruelties can remain powerful in our lives — yet to take possession of our history means to free ourselves of bondage to past events. Nothing can ever change them. If we are to make the future good, we’ll learn what the past can teach us. But our freedom requires us to make choices based on the needs of the present, not the past.

I can act at every moment in such a way as to honor the past and enhance the future.

You are reading from the book:

The Promise of a New Day by Karen Casey and Martha Vanceburg

Space Cradles Goodbye…

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The heavens are still.
Silence is domineering.
Weightless abandon,
To nothingness, gripping.

Planets in the distance,
The earth afar off.
Memories of what’s past,
Stream amid reflective thought.

Freedom in letting go of vain attempts,
Universe shares aesthetic serenity.
No auditory static, just internal echoes,
For the first time, true, untainted clarity…

©E.D. Allee
March, 2014

Image: http://www.freewebheaders.com/wordpress/wp-content/gallery/planets-galaxies/earth-space-horizon-header.jpg

Note: Inspired by movie – Gravity

A New Past…

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I’ve said goodbye to yesterday,
Yet it diligently strives to resurface.
The past is behind me, far away,
This is an unwelcome resurgence.

I’ve learned much of who I am in God.
There’s much to learn still today.
Despite how I once was,
God’s not leaving me that way.

No matter how hard the enemy tries,
To convince me I am still “she”.
To whisper false beliefs to my soul,
I’ve come to know differently.

My past is a tool I can use,
To show the hurting they’re not alone.
I can finally say I’m grateful,
For the painful place God’s brought me from.

©E.D. Allee
March, 2014

Pic: http://letmereach.files.wordpress.com/2013/12/free-from-the-past.jpg

 

 

Paths…

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We step forward, sure footed

Confidence in tact

Perhaps confidence originates

Because due consideration we lack

 

Wind blowing swiftly through our hair

Leaping from one stone to the next

Eyes closed while in flight

No cautious resistance

 

Springing forward with ease

Only to fall upon the uncertain stones

The very ones in which we trusted

To lead us in the way to things unknown

 

The crash is powerful

The solid blows leave their marks

And for various lengths of time we sit

Questioning our strength to restart

 

Perhaps we should have taken

The road blanketed in pebbles

The gentle sandy path

Or the ground paved with petals

 

Would each one have taken us

To the same destination?

Did we even have a choice

Of which path to step out in

 

At times the terrain is unknown

Until that first step forward

Sensory cues cumbersomely surround

Contributing to a lack of order

 

If we had taken time at journey’s onset

To plan for the days travel

To pack all supplies needed

To enable us in battle

What would we bring

What plans would we make

How would we go about recovering

From likely mistakes

 

How long does the path which lies behind

Remain and allow for our retreat

Does the trail from which we came

Cushion our now bruised feet

 

The path backwards deep into the past is an illusion

A black abyss lined with imaginary stair cases

Steps have the solidarity of a dream

We walk each one in traces

©E.D. Allee

January, 2013

Photograph: http://www.deviantart.com/art/Stepping-Stones-10454946

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