Decidere

I do not draw a line in the sand. I can jump over a line. A line I can erase. I do not choose door one instead of two. Doors are too easily opened and lead to yet another. I do not make a wish upon a falling star, rub a rabbit’s foot, cross my fingers nor go all in. Each is a wish and I can find a reason or excuse for the unfilled desire. I do not sign a contract nor a promise for life has taught me the power and persistence of loopholes. I do not say “tomorrow” for though the sun will rise I may not. No, I stand at the end of the gangplank, I sit upon the end of the branch, I hold fast to the rope that sustains me. With sword in hand, the rising sun reflecting upon its sharpened blade, I draw swiftly and cut off that part in front, holding and suspending me. Decidere. I decide. I cut off any other options, excuses, reasons or possibilities. Decidere. I decide and leave no escape hatch. The sun has risen and with my sword emblazoned with Decidere the choice is mine how it shall be lived. It shall be lived well, bravely and with love, laughter and heart. Decidere – I give myself no other choice.

"Get out of jail free" card

One get out of jail free card

For today, it’s ok to just hold on.

You know your strength,

You know your joy

You know how priceless is today.


Go ahead pass Go

Blow on the ‘What if’ dice

Take your chance on tomorrow.

Sometimes you just have to play
And trust hope's breath.

doors

The night hangs on to the morning
Like the tide’s fingers upon the shore.
The darkness pierced by the bird’s echoed song
Morning trumpeters greeting the dawn.
The sun awaits for the gates to open
For its splendor to spill across the sky
A new day is born, and it is mine.

How many doors will I cross today?
How many thresholds will I pass?
How many require a handle to be turned?
How many are open to all who pass?
How many end in a windowless room?
How many empty into yet more rooms?
How many guide me to remain inside?
How many lead me to doorless nature?

They are so unnoticed, we simply pass
Yet each a transition, we leave and arrive.
What doors today O God await?
A maze, labyrinth or evolving path?
What doors today will open to prayer’s key?
To know your voice, to hear your call
To “set my face” to know your flow
What doors today shall I pass through?
And will you bid me welcome on the other side?

This will be my morning commute.

This will be my rush hour.

This will be my meeting reminder.

This will be the sound of incoming calls.

This will be my breath of hope.