Life Coaching, Observations, Reflections, Things that make you go hmmmmm
I was having a conversation today with a wonderful thoughtful person. Our conversation was a little bit about writing. That person made me a promise that is provocative and an absolute delight!
Our conversations move around. There was some conversation about triggered memories. We moved in to some talk about being so very low. Being so very low you wonder how or if you’re going to find a way up. Naturally enough that topic led in to making change and finding the way out. I touched on finding my own spirituality and my journey.
We started talking about relative books on the subject and discovered we have one book in common that was profound for each of us in our own way.
What I recommend to those who are feeling empty and searching for a light on their path to awareness are three books. Yes I’ve read them all and more as I journeyed that road of awareness and change myself. The order I encountered the books is different from the order I believe these books are best read to serve the searcher.
The first book was one I discovered for myself. I picked it up. Opened the book to no specific place, just let the book open up for me. This book found its way to me at time when I had gone to ground. I’d needed to, had to, and I went.
Book number two came to me as a gift from someone who, had I not let down, would most probably still be part of my life today. This book is on my “Only 5” that you can take to that mythical island. I’ve read the book a number of times and that book has never failed to make impressions and stimulate my mind.
Third book I discovered in my online poking around on the subject. Took the chance off a few reviews and was very glad I did. The book is good for helping you find balance and order within your chaos.
The Books in what I believe is the best order to read them.
I wish you an amazing journey.
G.R. Hambley ©
April 11, 2016
Harper Lee passed yesterday at 89. Her book, “To Kill A Mockingbird” and the film it became have special meaning. The film is on my 5 films to take that mythical island and always will be.
Puttering around a few days ago a click bait got me. What novel defines your life. Yes the return sent me tripping.
The passing in this piece took place some time ago. Time to let it join the rest of that stories history.
The prosecution finally rests.
That one could be so utterly fooled by a love
Hell may have no fury like a woman scorned but
Every shake of this head turns disbelief to a deeper anger
Screeching hatred in the bubbling of a volcanic mind
In reflection, being so badly fooled shouldn’t be a surprise
No way to know what went around was never to come around
Kiss of parting with a “soon my love, soon” to soon kissed off
In those parting moments a feeling of great loss was spoken
Night turns to day, the miles grow more and more distant
Go quickly, safely, I’ll make you come back faster was said
Out of sight, the actual truth, really REALLY out of mind
Flippant it must have been that on return a half ring be shared
Oh the lie, oh that smiling lie, “we got this”
How holding tight a manifestation helped love and hope live
Even taking to pen to bleed back home the unknown lie
Learning a crushing truth, it had been always, lie upon lie upon denial
All the minutes and hours and day following day of red hatred, blue tears
Scorn, a good word, just far to little to convey the whole feeling
The cold dark realization this woman is not, was not, a masterpiece
Honest truth is that this woman slithers lower than the serpent of Eden
Early signs show of resurrection, the return to life of one so broken
New wings sprout, majestically unfurl, soaring, seeking, refilling this heart
The last line of the heartfelt, heart wrenched, heart strong from one who just loved
For every day left, it is wished upon you, that day be dark, its night malevolent
G.R. Hambley
05/02/2014
Ghosts appearing in times of change
recollections in mindful reflections
Awakened, they stroll callously the recesses
casting shadow where none had been
Shades of thee, unfortunate, yet too fortunate
directions of one’s own weather vane
Past practices in pain and pleasure revived
where conscience points the arrow marks
Taking liberty with the parcels of parchments strung
ties loosened, memories spinning cyclonic
Askance; were such only daggers with power to quell
that that was, materializations with point
Long ago’s veil lifted, the times speak as if only yesterday
the blood sweat and tears in the story of a life
Keening winds carrying the pitch from low to high
impossible to not be swept up in remembrance
Reel upon reeling reel loading furiously in to conscious
vast pools of sounds and sights, overwhelming
Entrapment takes relentless hold beyond rapture’s kiss
stuck in yesterday, concerns of today passed away
Slick go round on the nostalgia trip winding down
feeling nothing but tangled up and blue
Totally undone, touches of sublime peace in abandonment
left to be until such time the spring once again winds
G.R. Hambley ©
November 09, 2015
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt:
“Ready for Your Close-up.”
G.R. Hambley October 17, 2015
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Handwritten.”
Been a while since I’ve done it. There are a couple others that came after this but I just don’t happen to have that writing book with me right now.
Come to think of it I haven’t written in my journal for a while either. That would be the leather covered item with a high quality 1/2 size paper that I do not share with anyone.
When I write by hand the discipline is different. I do mean discipline too. When it goes down on the page that is how I want it to stay. I don’t like stroking things out and replacing what I’ve put down on the page. I think about it, I don’t use my thesaurus, I don’t wite it down elsewhere and transfer what I wrote. That would be copying not writing by hand!
I like the feel of the pen in my hand and the stark beauty of the blank page. I even have a pen that only I use. I will not let anyone else use my pen. You can see my pen in this piece. “Weapons Of Mass Persuasion“.
The piece written by hand and transferred to the electronic is up on site, “Because You Asked” is the name.
Another I wrote by hand and transferred to the electronic is, “Because We Are“. This one is in Acrostic.
G.R. Hambley – all rights reserved
September 11, 2015
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