Falsetto

The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too. ~Earnest Hemingway~

May 23, 2024

Great day!

I hope this post finds you well.

If not, stop what you are doing and smile! You may feel strange, but try it!

This is the next post in the impromptu mini series. Only about 2 or 3 posts left!
I am super excited about what is to come! I have tons of ideas and posts to create and I can’t wait to get back into sharing here more consistently!

I've talked about some of the bad decisions I have made, the reflections on them, where my choices landed me and how much I used to beat myself up over some of the choices I've made.

I have also spoken on the importance of listening to your body and your inner voice.

It is certainly a learning process. Many times our inner voice can seem like a million different people saying a multitude of things. It can be hard to determine which one is the one to listen to.
Maybe it's just me...

I've also talked about the energies connected to us, be it by choice or perhaps what we are born with or into, in a sense.

To go into a bit of an upcoming post, I've always had ‘watchers’, I call them, around me. Since I was a child, everywhere I would go, there would be people around me that only I saw.

As a small child, this terrified me in a way. Watching horror movies and learning of ghosts and what seems to haunt people, I just knew what I was seeing and experiencing had to be after me!

As I grew and learned to stop pushing it away, I realized they are guardians for me. Helpers and guides for my path.

They have always been there. And rather than fear their presence, I have found comfort in it.

| Pic: Cover for my poem: Watchers ▪️ I.S. |

Going back to the topic of listening to that inner voice, most times, I can hear them inside of myself. So imagine the confusion when trying to listen to an inner voice, but there are voices, not just one.

The things they tell me, warn me of, inform me about and lead me to have really been so interesting to dissect and understand. Especially now that I am older and feel more in tune with my body than I ever have, it's almost mind-blowing, at times, to think these energies are here for me.

And as I listen to them more and work with them, so many things seem to unfold for me.

This poem speaks to a dark energy I had attached myself to, connected with or let into my life.

The immensely dark times I went through in this connection really opened my eyes and changed my perspective on so many things.

I asked myself for so long why I didn't listen to the guidance I was given that repeatedly tried to steer me away from this. But, I can say, at that point in my life, I was still doubting and questioning the information I was being given. I was trusting in everyone else's perspectives rather than listening to what I inherently knew and the signs I was seeing.

In essence, we come across what we are meant to when we are meant to for the lesson we need to learn in that moment.

I've seen my path and how my life would have played out had I chosen door number one. But, the choice made, is what and how I needed to learn so that I would understand the importance of listening to me and the guidance I was getting. It's like a pre-instinct, in a way. An inner knowing, before anything else.

Relatable quotes:

What does life give me in the end but sorrow?
What do love's good and evil send but sorrow?
I've only seen one true companion - pain,
And I have known no faithful friend but sorrow.

~Hafiz~

..to be alive is to hear ghosts. we hear their voices if we listen.

~I.S.~

There is a voice inside of you
That whispers all day long,
"I feel that this is right for me,
I know that this is wrong."
No teacher, preacher, parent, friend
Or wise man can decide
What's right for you - just listen to
The voice that speaks inside.

Shel Silvrstein~

Free my mind
of all your ways and
tell tale signs.
That's where I draw the line.
Make your way right to me
Whispered the Divine.

Clawing at the chance.
Never did see true romance.
Sent to face the demon
and spin our fated dance.
My little looking glass
Gave that preview glance.

Like a snake I sense your movement before you make it.
Dry your eyes and wipe your lip can no longer fake it.
Still on my radar can't seem to escape your prying gaze.
Out of my life for good counting down the days.

~I.S.~