Just Rambling

[Sharon Lee Goodhand]

Answering the Echoes of My Inner Voice

 

My troubled thoughts seem clearer tonight; though still plagued in a way by my own thoughts and feelings … I now feel an inner strength building in me…. Not so much troubled anymore… curious, would be more apt… curious about my future… intrigued as to whether it will unfold as I hope… interested in my sudden shift from futility to a wary acceptance of whatever may come my way…. Still a little restless… unsettled… but not troubled…. I’ve survived all these years, haven’t I…. one would think I’ve picked up few truisms along the way…

… and so what if the mask is crumbling…. To hell with wearing it for one more moment… to hell with hiding… here I am world… take me as you find me ‘cos I’m my own woman… and I have a life to live

adventure to breath… love and laughter and honesty to be shared…

 

And I’m not too old to take a chance… damn it, I’m never going to be too old to take a chance….

I want to be taking chances now and when I’m 60… 70 …. 80… 100

or until my lungs draw their last breath and my breasts rise and fall for the last time …

I don’t care if I’m not poised, self-assured, self-confident… don’t give damn if I’m battered and bruised from youthful indulgences and addictions… I still have NO illusions about this carcass that

houses the soul… but the hidden me… the me not seen from the outside… that me is more graceful and caring and compassionate than at any stage in the past…. And knowledgeable in ways

a younger woman would not… could not understand….

I have been loved… adored- bless his sweet patient country soul…. though much of the time

he didn’t understand me… couldn’t fathom the depth of my mind…was puzzled by the meanderings

of my thoughts and emotions… but he always loved me…. Always…. Until the angels, if such beings exist, came and took him away…

 

I’m at ease with this me I am now…. Wise enough to consider youthful misadventures as ‘learning’ experiences… after all I’m not on drugs, I don’t drink alcohol…well one or two wines a year  …I haven’t been arrested in 30 years….and my conscience isn’t heavy with the knowledge of breaking too many hearts…. So I must have learnt something from those wild and hedonistic days….

So I don’t have that little cottage I’ve always dreamed of…and I haven’t travelled overseas…. but there’s time yet for both to happen…I’m not the published writer I envisioned as an idealistic young woman who though she could change the world with her words… or at least challenge global masses to move beyond their scripted lives…. But…. I do still write 6 out of 7 days and do have a circle of writer friends to socialize with… what does it matter if we’ve never met… still the possibility of being published exists and therefore so does that dream….

 

…the funny thing is… if only Destiny Fate and Karma stopped trying to outdo each other

(thereby canceling out each other’s actions) Well… perhaps they’d realize that if I became published or created a income from photography, then

I might have a shot at buying  my little cottage and traveling overseas as well…

I’ll tell you one thing though… if Destiny, Fate and Karma don’t get there act together soon

I’m taking matters into my own hands!;

Thoughts, Photos & Art by Sharonlee©