I have noticed again, after spending too many years walking through beautiful days as if they owed me nothing more than another routine I barely recognize it’s effect on me,
I have notice again, ashamed that familiarity slowly convinced me the miracles surrounding me had somehow become ordinary, like an ordinary day of progress
I have notice again, finding pieces of my own heart hidden inside moments I had dismissed without even looking twice, those pieces that are very important on my healing,
I have notice again, when did I become so accustomed to living that I stopped feeling grateful to be alive, everyday I wake up feeling whole again and me again,
I have noticed again, and the smallest things of peace and tiny thoughts of hope begin calling me home again, being present with life as each day passes…
I have slow down, because rushing on my daily tasks has stolen more memories from me than pain ever managed to take away,
I have slow down, realizing that every hurried glance to sunshine, to pouring rain has quietly cost me another chance to be surprised by this life I’m presently in,
I have slow down, discovering that what I have been searching for was never truly absent but only waiting for my attention to arrive, as I listen closely to my thoughts,
I have slow down, have I been chasing extraordinary moments while stepping over the ones meant especially for me, moments that the Universe has sent me to appreciate,
I have slowed down, from honest days gone, to colorful rainbow that passes, I have forgotten beauty introduces itself again in life’s simple signs of bright beginnings…
I have gather fragments, from passing conversations weathered walls familiar faces and quiet afternoons that once seemed too small to remember,
I have gather fragments, believing my life has always been whispering to me through details I insisted were too insignificant to matter,
I have gathered fragments of wisdom, humbled by how frequently the answers I sought arrived disguised as moments I almost overlooked,
I have gathered fragments of life, but have I been waiting for it to shout while ignoring its gentle whispers that held significant meaning, even more than the loud ones,
I have gathered fragments, as I start to listen to my own peace, my own intended silence, now, scattered pieces start recognizing each other…
I have remain available, not because every day overwhelms me with meaning but because I no longer want to miss what quietly asks to be seen,
I have remain available, choosing to greet each morning without demanding that it prove its worth before I offer it my full attention,
I remain available, trusting that the most profound changes often start long before I realize they’ve already begun within me, those tiny moments of noticing the pattern finally arrived,
I remain available, if today arrived carrying only a single quiet gift, such as a smile, a blessing, or even just a ray of sunshine, would I still welcome it with open arms,
I remain available, even on days when I barely manage to stand and begin my day. I want to remember that opening my eyes is never merely ordinary, because every morning quietly asks the same question: Will I choose to live this day as if it matters?…
Watchwords:
The smallest things begin calling me home
Forgotten beauty introduces itself again
Life whispers through small details
Scattered pieces recognize one another
The ordinary refuses to remain ordinary
Here is Tikatarot, who dares you to answer the question, “Who am I?”..
As and will always be reminding you to dream:
