Listen...
So I have to admit. I’m an avid of wine bars, particularly Wine Steals. It’s where I feel free, where I laugh, where I have vine-storming sessions that actually further my thought process, my career, and my faith. And, in fact, it’s where I get to let go, meet new people, connect with old friends and smile. It's where I listen.
I have a brilliant friend that can sing a song of any variety – and by the way, she doesn’t sing. But, she’s walked the streets for so long, that her experience, her saturation, makes her look around the world and instead of being translucent, she is just there.
With someone like that in your life, life is just comfortable. No use in hiding fears, or those aspects that we want to be considered lady-like. It’s soundwaves from a flute flowing through the wind, and a saxophone reaching inside you and making your soul known to the world. It is real. It is true. And, it is something beyond our control.
People come in our lives and teach us piano like we’ve never heard, psalms like we’ve never preached, food like we’ve never tasted, touch like we’ve never shivered, and peace like we experience all the time until we realize when it’s gone.
Be awake. Be real. Feel worse if you have to for a moment. Sleep less. Stop feeling like you’re melting away no matter what is going on and find those people that you love, that you trust, that make you truly hear life…and listen. Too many people are just talking. Take time to listen.
Listen until you peer inside your catacomb and feel the beat of a new butterfly. Listen to your breath…look inside yourself and realize what you love. If you look inside yourself and realize what you love has been harmed in any shape or form, pull it together and embrace it even more. It’s worth it to try again. And again, and again…trust me.
Wine Steals is where thoughts begun with my brilliant friend, but it will never end…no matter where we are.
I have a brilliant friend that can sing a song of any variety – and by the way, she doesn’t sing. But, she’s walked the streets for so long, that her experience, her saturation, makes her look around the world and instead of being translucent, she is just there.
With someone like that in your life, life is just comfortable. No use in hiding fears, or those aspects that we want to be considered lady-like. It’s soundwaves from a flute flowing through the wind, and a saxophone reaching inside you and making your soul known to the world. It is real. It is true. And, it is something beyond our control.
People come in our lives and teach us piano like we’ve never heard, psalms like we’ve never preached, food like we’ve never tasted, touch like we’ve never shivered, and peace like we experience all the time until we realize when it’s gone.
Be awake. Be real. Feel worse if you have to for a moment. Sleep less. Stop feeling like you’re melting away no matter what is going on and find those people that you love, that you trust, that make you truly hear life…and listen. Too many people are just talking. Take time to listen.
Listen until you peer inside your catacomb and feel the beat of a new butterfly. Listen to your breath…look inside yourself and realize what you love. If you look inside yourself and realize what you love has been harmed in any shape or form, pull it together and embrace it even more. It’s worth it to try again. And again, and again…trust me.
Wine Steals is where thoughts begun with my brilliant friend, but it will never end…no matter where we are.
posted by Betsy Blue at 11:21 PM
1 Comments:
This blog has touched me to tears. You have inspired me to find my way back to doing what I love.
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