A Blue Bouquet

“We accept the love we think we deserve”, a simple quote yet so true. * There's been a theme that's been very present in my life the past two years, those close to me know the tale and I'm sure from reading this you too have picked up the premise. It hasn't been an easy ride and it wasn't needed by no means, but I consider it part of a cycle which is broken into three parts. I remember my groin was stinging, my neck was tight and sore and the joints in my legs felt swollen, it was all part of the adolescent cycle of growing up. They say it stops during your teenage years, I don't think from the tender age of 17 I've grown much, maybe the odd inch perhaps. My face has moulded itself into my skull, my body has gained and lost weight and my hair colour came out of a box, but when these changes stop do we ever think of cycle that heightens our minds? Now a tender age of (almost) 24, I seen what's become of the finishing cycle, my spiritual path t...

There's only one thing that's constant in our life, our distorted view of reality, in every cell our body has and in every molecule we breathe in and that's change. Everything changes all the time, we can't fight it, the best we can do is roll with the punches the universe gives us and hope, well-for the best. Sometimes I wonder what it's all for. * I've been soaring so high lately, given the set backs and the lingering disappointment that's there, but surly that will clear with time right? Today for instance seems all too different, I cant help but ask myself why? The differences I'm forced to comprehend now are small changes I should have made before. I don't recall such bright days in the midst of Decembers blues yet here they are and all to clear, almost like a summers stroll in the park. Redirecting my own feelings outwards is something I'm afraid todo, cracks in our foundation seem all to clear yet you don't see, hear nor sp...