A Shoe

A shoe; what make it an accessory? Perhaps that it is necessary for us to walk with, a staple of our daily wardrobe. A pair may dress us up or simply act as support against rough and possibly unruly ground. Some of us may even find shopping for a new pair or these witty and fashion forward friends a chore. Scouring store after store for the perfectly dramatic pair while trying to enjoy the exceptionally loud music that greets our ears as we step into yet another store. There they are again, stepping into the store with us!

Have you ever considered though the possibility that your shoes have been witness to many intimate moments in your life? They were on your feet when you pushed the rough spiky pedals of your first bright red tricycle, or when you went on that heart-pounding first date with the love of your life. They see everything and yet they keep amazing secrets. they would never dare share anything! Well perhaps they might with the other pairs that live in your closet; demanding information about your night out. It seems they have a personality and a spark that is dying to give you the confidence and support you need for your day.

You may ask what makes an accessory such as a shoe different from that of a comfy sweater or a sparkling beaded necklace? For a fact they are with us much longer than other pieces of our outfits, sometimes glittering in our closests for years. The importance of their job is also much more serious because they hold us up throughout our whole days' journey! They are completely opposite of your face, yet they are some of the first things noticed when you light up a room.

So have you now gleaned a new perspective on your ever interesting shoes? Hopefully now when you brave the shopping mall to find a new pair you will think carefully about what that certain pair has to offer you...

Behind Closed Eyes

Somehow it is no surprise to me yet I still wonder why I see you behind closed eyes. That dark room filling with color and light. I see first your smile, then a nose followed by eyes. Sometimes the actions are foggy yet some occasions make themselves clear; many times against my conscious will. I don't hear voices often, the picture is most vivid in my mind. Yet tonight I won't allow myself to dream those thoughts of you. The images behind my eyes that weave and mold into a theatrical masterpiece still horrify me every time. When will I rid myself of your grasp? At which point will you finally allow me to go? My heart has moved on yet it seems that my mind has not. Separating these two might be my only change of forgetting. Not an erasing of memories; folding them and placing them in sealed trunks for the future won't harm anyone at all. But perhaps it will. This puts the heart of my dear one out on the line and I will not allow that! My whole self screams "No!" That is why you will no longer share in my thoughts, no longer will I have to see your face when I sleep. My knight has come and he is not afraid to defeat you; already he has. Swooping in he obliterates your memory to worthless pieces, never to be thought of again. I see a new objective with a new perspective.

Fey

I can see her, peeking out from behind a tree trunk carefully becoming for me to come closer. I've seen her before and I've tried to avoid her but each time with no avail. The blond of her hair peeks out from the braided crown of leaves that she wears and her flowing gown dances with the grass as she dances with the sunlight. My senses seem to heighten when she is around; this willow tree moves differently. Instead of seeing only branches blowing in the wind I see life. Each leaf responding to the warm blanket of the sun with a movement of grace and fluidity.

Her nae is Fey. With each arrival she forces me to reconcile with my feelings. I have tried to ignore her slight attempts to capture my attention, with only the feeling of more intrigue and curiosity visiting me.Fey is known to arrive only when I need to recognize something that I am missing. When my world feels overwhelming and I forget the feelings that comfort me, God sends me Fey.

She doesn't really have one single thing she tries to accomplish, only the purpose of awareness. To see the true green of the grass, to watch the ball thrown for the dog without missing the bouncing as it hits the turf or the rolling as it hits a hollow in the terrain. I look to my right and see another beautiful creature looking onto the scene before him with curiosity and silent concern; his pink thin tongue hanging from his mouth. He is barking now, crying for his family. I see him, I feel him.

Then I see it, the full picture of this painting that I'm in. All of this life coming together to harmonize into the big picture. We will share, hasn't' humanity always finalized that way? Together we are one... Then I see her pass us all as she decides I understand.

She Is

She breathes, she speaks, she is. The mat is her fortress, that place where she feels secure. I know that the time that I spend in her guidance will be a journey. This time she gives me completely changes those images behind my eyes as they close. I am a queen, fairy, a dream... This journey is her gift to us; a completely and utterly transforming experience. Not only is this hour an amazing shedding of old thoughts and emotions, it is also an hour that we use to build that sparkling castle of our character. A complete change of heart happens here! Forget the complications you entered with, they are gone! Every corrective and encouraging word that comes from her sounds like music as you fly through that time of metamorphosis. Push, push, FLY! I see people and places that I once knew. I feel emotions that haven't been with me in years, an awakening of myself I had buried deep inside of me and needed that key to release. I see her with that key; we all do. I watch her as she pushes us; she sees the goal. The fire in her eyes wants us to see that same beauty or to only glimpse that rainbow of freedom that she sees.

Then I awaken. My eyes open with new perspective and new health. One simple hour has past.