A Sunlit Moment

WRITING

Life is a wonder. Time is relentless. Change is inevitable… and all of it together is so incredibly beautiful. We battle and triumph… stumble and fall. We make friends and we make mistakes. People say you should live without regrets but are you really human without them?

We raise children and pass on whatever we can. We try to make it the best of what we have. We look at them and experience incredible fear while we are simultaneously filled with such a pure hope.

One day passes, and then another… and then another. Always, we look forward, until those days we look back. Sometimes we simply look in the mirror… that reflective glass, when we normally only glance. We wonder at that person whose always there to meet our gaze. Wonder who we are, what we’ve done and where we are going… who defines our path?

Sunlight in our minds, rain falling in our hearts. Happiness and sadness wrapped together, tightly bound and breathing…. breathing. Are we breathing? In and out our breath continues without thought. Heart beating. Our very existence held on a precipice of feeling, experience, memory and pain. We are really and truly alive… and we never will be again. Not on this planet, not on the earth. This is our session, our time to make decisions, to live our day to day and be and do and say and feel… and cry and think and laugh and deal. Deal with it all, or give it to a higher source. Trust in God or fly your own course.

That Elusive Niche

WRITING

What is a niche? Like the elusive white stag, a niche is difficult to find. Some find theirs easily, the stag walks out of the woods, and they walk off into the sunset together. I wish. Others, for various reasons, might struggle to find theirs. Then, dare I say, some never lay eyes on their white stag? There’s me, “R.I.P Corinna, she could not find her niche.” How tragic that she could not live out her placement in life.