There comes a time in a girl’s life when she has to make the realisation that her life is what she created it to be.
There comes a time in a girl’s life when she has to make the realisation that the only change that is going to happen is the change she is going to create.
There comes a time in a girl’s life when she realises that this realisation is a crisis that she will either manage well or crumble under the weight of.
Today I choose to lie in a bath filled with sweet smelling fragance, serenaded by the most beautiful violins and cellos, whilst emptying my mind and soul of all thoughts that press me to make a decision.
Today I choose to bury myself deep, so deep no-one will find me for at least a few hours.
Tomorrow I will face the reality that I have created the chaos that surrounds me, that I have no courage, that I am but a toothless lion hoping that I will not be challenged when I roar.
There Comes A Time
Common Ground
When you are young, life is simple
You know everything
You are willing to try it all
And rules were made to be broken
But as you get older, life is more complex
You realise how little you know
You are less willing to try new things
And rules take on real meaning because they keep you safe
Wouldn’t it be great if there was a middle road
Where risk taking was okay
But rules were respected
And knowledge simply shared and valued
Reflection: Cling to what is good
“In this life there will always be people who are sent to help you to grow…
Some you will love for it, for they are the fertiliser and the water that nourishes the soil and gives you sustenance. Others you will hate for it for those are the ones that prune you back, they are the rope that tethers you so you grow straight. But at the end of the day, just so long as there are not too many who are weeds, those who want to choke the life out of you, you will flourish. So I say be wise and recognise who are the weeds so you can get them out of the way early on. Don’t resist the hand of the pruner or the tethering which is for your own benefit. Cling to what is good.”
A Whisper of Love by Hayley Solich
A whisper of love passed my heart today
Was the memory of my precious one
I wanted to wrap it around me
To keep it forever
But the whisper could not be held nor contained
As I was left behind
Gasping from the pain of it’s passing
I felt my heart would break again
Into a million little peices
How long will I feel this never ending ache
This drawing of my insides out
Is this my damnation?
To always remember the essence of them near
But be denied the reality?
In faith I draw love to me
It’s sweet balm surrounds my heart
It’s precious misty dew falls, like the tears on my cheeks
And I again become soaked, renewed
And able to bear this lifetime of longing
Wrap me in the Father’s warm embrace
Let me feel His touch upon my face
For with him holding me near
I can face this void of loss and pain that wants to possess me
Life is a Mystery by Hayley Solich
A reflection on the cycle of life…
We take our first steps, aided
Our tiny fingers curled in the palm of a larger guiding hand
We are fearless in our quest for indepence and they are the centre of our world
As we enter our primary years
We become less comfortable with the hand holding
Eager to find our own way of doing things we keep them around for our moments of fear
Then we enter our higher school years
We wouldn’t dream of holding the hand of those who have lovingly guided us
We demand to do things our own way, pushing them to the side, but occasionally seeking their guidance
Then after we have tasted indepence and found a mate, the birth of our own children causes us to hold their hand again, then for us to hold another’s
After squeezing the life out of our parent’s in childbirth, our large hands are now curling around the palm of our own little one
And we are encouraging them to gain their indepence
And so the process revolves until we are old
And if we are lucky, our frail wrinkly hand is now grasping the smooth, strong, young hand of our grandchild
And we must learn again how to be happy to be dependent
A little poetry magic – Sing Softly To Me
A friend of mine from Twitter reminded me that once upon a time I was a rather clever poet. So I thought I’d share a couple of my poems on here.
Sing Softly To Me
by Hayley Solich
As the moon dips down
to meet the sea,
sing softly to me,
softly, softly.
A lullaby of love,
filled with peace.
Your whispering breath
tease my ear with sweet release.
As the fire builds
within my bones
sing softly to me,
softly, softly.
Let touch be your voice,
your lyrics my skin,
I hear your heart singing
sweet like a violin.
As we meet heaven’s gates
in rapturous embrace
sing softly to me,
softly, softly.
Our merger complete,
two souls now united.
Completely enmeshed,
our desire is requited.