When we find time to breathe, to get off the treadmill, to escape the rat race, to be alone and at one with ourselves, we find we can love ourselves more…..
“The only constant in life is change”
There is a freedom in letting go
And the unfurling of knots and grip, and sinew, though
at first feels wrong, strange and painful, soon becomes
loose, light and lethargic.
Yet in that looseness, a new strength is constructed,
and in no length of time consciousness truly awakens,
and brings fresh breath to each cell, each nerve, each muscle
as though, it has been reborn, rebooted and realigned to
its own self,
to embrace, to understand and accept, that therein lies
the true reality of duty and obligation.
To first, clutch oneself, love inwardly, one’s own mind and body,
for everything else is just weight…..
victims of circumstance, born by chance into the family, the county, the colour, the culture, the life that we live. Promises, rituals, beliefs are not, necessarily, set in stone….
Traditions of times gone by
Propelled to a future unknown
Baptism, communion, 21st, marriage
Symbols of becoming
An admission to a way of life
a cleansing of the past from where we came
a reminder of greatness, responsibility, hope
a journey to follow and participate
in the future that, has now arrived
the landscape unrecognisable
from when the tradition had been set
yet, here we are accepting, expecting, ritualising
and deciding which part of the responsibility and hope
we will participate in
and which we will discard….
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