Outside my bedroom window
Stands an old majestic tree.
She’s been standing there for decades,
Just as proud as she can be.
And every morning when I wake,
She’s the first thing I see.
This lovely constant in my life,
So magnificent and free.
I can see the early, rising sun
Peeking through her lush green leaves.
I can hear her moving gently,
In the summer’s warming breeze.
She has a personality
That she wants the world to see.
And her moods are ever changing
Behind her silent dignity.
She responds to every season,
In her own unfettered way.
All we have to do is gaze at her
To know what season’s on its way.
In the Spring she comes alive again,
As her leaves begin to bloom.
And beneath the sun’s attention,
You can almost see her swoon.
And in the heat of the summertime,
When her joy is magnified.
She has never looked more beautiful,
All “decked out to the nines.”
And when the Fall comes creeping in,
And a chill floats on the breeze,
She prefers to don more earthy tones,
And does just what she please.
But when the Winter’s looming large,
It’s impossible to hide
As her barren limbs droop soulfully.
They betray her grief inside.
She’s stood by me through all my days.
She’s watched me laugh and cry.
She’s listened so intently
While I’ve pondered on my life.
And when I see her dank and weary,
I will sit with her sometimes.
And all the years we’ve shared together
Will come rushing back to mind.
But both of us are strong and true.
We’ve become the closest friends,
And we will weather every storm
Together till the end.
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there is depth in me that is
much like the sea
and on days of my greatest gleam
i am the woman who manages
what some may say is the impossible
a son, a daughter, i have them all
and nothing prevents me from
keeping them calm, in great winds,
in the roughest rain,
the sight of my eyes, the searing pain
of life’s hard road,
it all bulds to a glorious strength,
the strength of the women before me,
it is the depth of a worldly woman.
Awareness might be a ggod start but it is of noo value if you `re not able to identify fields of action, to make decisions, to set priorities, to develop capabilities, to motivate yourself, to inspire others and to consequently implement change.
Of course, change management principles – as described by the Kübler-Ross-Curve above – can be equally applied to your private life.
Why is it so incredibly tough to loss weight, to quit smoking, to improve work-life-balance, to quit a Job you hate, to leave an insane partnership and so on?
The Change Curve provides you a kind of rough road map also including a description of emotional development along the change process.
It might be helpful to define a set of actions or drivers for each stage to create Motion along the change processs. For instance, how is it possibe to overcome “denial”, “frustrations” and “Depression”. Who could support you in doing so?
Are you utilizing the unique opportinity to experiment or are you blinkered – and if so why?
Change is Always an invitation for self-analysis and self-reflection. Leaving your comfort Zone – even if it is an unhappy life, facing the truth without any self-deception, taking responsibility for one`s own life… is a tough job and painful, no doubt. But life is no Dress rehearsal. Don´t waste it.
To keep yourself going, it might be helpful to fall back on the set of resilience Tools (see below: 18 Things Mentally Strong People Do), everybody can deploy. It is no rocket science at all but requires some discipline for sure. Thus, don`t overstrain yourself and be generuous and forgiving to yourself…to avoid self-sabotage. Everybody has got his own pace…just keep direction and move on.
I’ll be happy once I’ve done this certain thing.
We all say this often not realizing what it brings.
We look only to the future for our happiness.
Letting life slip through our fingers in its fullness.
Will we really feel complete when the task is done,
or look back and see how we missed so much fun?
Self consumed so we can’t see anything else,
hurting those we love as well as ourselves.
So many things around us to be grateful for.
When seeking for an answer, willingly open the door.
So often, others see what’s in front of our face,
but we’re too blind to look as we’re snared in the race.
What is this life supposed to be about?
Is it money, fortune, fame, or a big house?
When speaking to a man on his dying bed,
none of these answers are what he said.
Family, love, laughter are what we should seek.
These are the precious things that keep life from being bleak.
I’m trying to find something to base my life upon,
Something in this strange world that goes on and on.
As the years go by and time fades away,
What used to be “good days” are now filled with dismay.
Tomorrow comes, and then again it goes,
And my ambition to become something more grows and grows.
Around the corner, yet miles away,
The life I want now gets closer each day.
All I’ve ever wanted was something to live for.
I don’t want to be this little person anymore.
I’ve been basing my life upon what others think.
I wish I could go back and redo everything, every time an eye would blink.
I’ve fought to become who I am and what I want to be.
I have to remind myself that one day I will be free,
Free from the rules I followed as a child,
When everything was a game and life was so mild.
Now times have changed and I realize nothing is fair,
And sometimes it seems like nobody even cares.
It’s like no one pays attention to what I feel is best for me
And what I think about the way some things should be.
I understand now that I’m pretty much on my own,
And I know a lot of what I can do will never be known.
All the time I think about everything I can’t say, what I have to keep in,
And by doing this, my thoughts only get more complicated and deepen.
Soon I hope to find out who I am and what I am meant to become.
I want to know where I’m going.
I don’t need to be reminded of where I came from.
Before I became strong, I knew what it was like
To be weak,
How difficult it is to love yourself,
To find the wholeness that you seek.
Before I knew the light,
I have had my fair share of darkness, too,
Where my world fell into a hopelessness
And I didn’t know how to get through.
For I have known the tears it takes,
The courage to stand up again,
When you are broken down and bruised
And you know nothing but the pain.
You forget to appreciate love,
If you haven’t seen the hate,
Till you forget the meaning of smile and laughter,
And your heart is left abate.
I have known the strength and courage
It requires to get it right,
To face the things that hold you down
And hold your head up and fight.
Before I was who I am now,
I was someone I didn’t want to be.
I was lost, battered, and defeated,
Before I knew how to be me!
A Death Blow is a Life Blow to Some
Who till they died, did not alive become —
Who had they lived, had died but when
They died, vitality begun.
It looked like a pancake,
but it was creation flattened out—
the fist of God on a head of wheat,
milk, the unborn child of an unsuspecting
chicken — all beaten to batter and drizzled into a pan.
I brewed my tea and closed my eyes
while I ate the sun, the air, the rain,
photosynthesis on a plate.
I ate the time it took that chicken
to bear and lay her egg
and the energy it takes a cow to lactate a cup of milk.
I thought of the farmers, the truck drivers,
the grocers, the people who made the bag that stored the wheat,
and my labor over the stove seemed short,
and the pancake tasted good,
and I was thankful.