Stuck. Wandering around aimlessly.
Routine deadens her inside. Lack of inspiration and imagination.
Trying to shake it off. Trying to pull herself out of this hole.
What will the catalyst be? The thing that turns it all around. Where will she look to find it?
Drowning in same old. Where’s the spark? The burning desire to catapult her into energy and joy. Where does she turn, Who does she turn to?
Sleeping doesn’t give her joy, it only numbs her for a time. She awakens, desensitized of gratefulness to be alive.
She shouts, “Somebody, please show me the way to be happy. Where are you?”
She’s tired of feeling this way. She is so damn tired.
She asks, “Where will I find the change that I need? Where does it come from? Why don’t I know the answer? ”
Her thoughts are racing . “I cannot help myself. I need help. I need to find myself. I need to find love.”
She closes her eyes, trying to imagine one thing that makes her smile.
She recalls the feeling of the moonglow on her face and the sense of peace she felt. Could it be? Can she bathe in the moonlight tonight? What will stop her? She knows she can do this. She can find the energy in herself to do this. This is the night.
Ah, there it is, in all it’s illuminating essence, the glorious moon. She feels blanketed in it’s brilliance. Suddenly , she feels protected and empowered. She has found a new friend. As she sits and deliberates, she realizes that, it”s always been there. She acknowledges that she’s been too locked away inside her grief and torment to notice it. She feels such solace from this great ball of light.
Thoughts continue to whirl around in her mind. “Where does it get this unimaginable power from? Why am I so effected by it?”
She now visits with the moon each night. She basks in the serenity it endows her with. The limited moments that they share are becoming more frequent.
She finds herself enlivened and hopeful. As she considers their relationship, they’ve become entwined in peace and she searches for it’s source of power.
Her questions continue: “What makes it radiate this compelling energy? She sits in deep contemplation and ponders the answer. Her observations show her a better way. “When I sit with it I feel this astounding sense of love. As we visit with each other more and more and the tremendous love enlightens me, I realize that we share the same source. Love is the source in it and in me. The power of the universe lies within all of us. The source is unconditional love.”
The spark that she’s been searching for is unconditional love and it resides within her and the moon and the stars and all things that radiate energy.
She cries, ” I am alive. I am grateful. I feel joy for the first time in so many years. I have the source within me. I am powerful and courageous and full of energy. If the moon and I share the same source than who am I to question if I am worthy of love.
I am love. I am filled with the same incandescance as it. Here I am. Worthy, Conscious, Alive and Grateful for this air that fills my lungs and allows me to share the most precious gift that my friend from above has shared with me. I am awake now.”