Wherever you go today
Display love
Whatever you do today
Do it with passion
Abandon any concerns
Of what others may think
Put yourself out there
Do whatever you want
Passers-by may wonder
What you are up to
But as they turn and watch
They may just smile
And say to themselves
“I wish that was me!”
E.A. Fussell
8/12/2018
Thoughts create the world we live in
Life is a negotiation of our thoughts
Some thoughts bring pleasure
Some thoughts bring pain
All thoughts have a cost
Some have a steep price
Most of my life I have
Wasted my negotiating power
Wasted my thinking power
Wasted my creation power
Recently a realization hit me
As I reflected on my world
A world I had created
And I decided that
I want more out of life
And life replied
“Finally, it’s about time!”
So with my thoughts
I am negotiating
A whole new life
One with less worry
More joy
Less frustration
More success
Less debt
More travel
Less darkness
More light
And now each day
I hold my thoughts captive
Until they reflect
The outcome I desire
And I see the future
As if it is today
I feel the emotions
As if they are in play
And I am thankful that
I finally comprehend
How to have more of what I want
And less of what I don’t want
By using the negotiating power
Of the thoughts
Generated by my mind
While creating the world I live in
E.A. Fussell
8/11/2018
Life is a delicate balance
Or is it
Really?
Haven’t you ever
Pushed the limits
Of your body
Your mind
Your spirit
To find
You are still standing
Or you got back up
We waste so much of our precious time
Playing it safe
Normal
Acceptable
For the remainder of my life
I will push myself to the limit
I will dance on the edge of the table
Crystal candelabras be damned
If I should fall
I will get back up
But the universe respects boldness
And I believe it will cheer me on
Allowing me to teeter boldly
On the edge
Exploring “what if’s”
And “why nots”’
Until I slide sideways into the next life
Where I will not make the
Same mistake
Of living securely, safely,
Seated at the table
No
I will boldly live teetering
On the tables edge of possibility
Crystal candelabras be damned
E.A. Fussell
08/08/2018
There’s nothing quite like a weekend with old friends. Frolicking and laughing, catching up on what’s new in each other’s lives and remembering days gone by. In a few weeks I will host a get together and as I am preparing our itinerary it causes me to think about each person. Who they are, what they like as I try to make sure there is something fun for everyone. It is heart warming for me to revisit the memories we’ve already made as I prepare the course for new experiences and new memories that are on their way.
E.A. Fussell
O8/08/2018
You will often see
Muddy
Or dusty boots
Upon my feet
Sporting high heels
Is just not for me
At least during the day
Sometimes I see
The office ladies
All dolled up
And it makes me kind of wish
Stilettos
Fancy dresses
And makeup
Were on my daily attire list
But a construction site
Is unforgiving
When you don’t dress the part
If I wear the wrong shoes
And prance around
Trying to avoid
The mud and dust
I won’t get much done
So daily I make my choice
To fill my thermos
Pull on my boots
Grab my gloves
Just go out
And get to it
E.A. Fussell
08/07/2018
In the garden of life
There are flowers
And there are weeds
The flowers offer encouragement
Love and support
Planting words that grow like seeds
Rippling thru my mind
Returning when I need to hear them again
The weeds try to get me to focus
On my weakest points
Like jealousy, anger, resentment
Stealing joy, causing me not to trust
Then at just the right moment
A flower springs forth
Displacing the weed
Encouraging me, making me smile
Planting positive words
That grow like seeds
And fill my soul and mind and being
With joy and and love
And the desire to be
A beautiful flower
In someone else’s garden
Planting encouraging words like seeds
E.A.Fussell
08/05/2018
I’ve reached the top of the ladder
A few times in my life
Only to find it wasn’t that grand
And often accompanied by strife
The next ladder top
That I hope to see
Does not revolve around work
This time what I aspire to be
Is an artist, an author, a mystic of sorts
Creativity combined with spirituality
Entertaining myself with learning
That ultimately encourages others
To brave their own ladders
And whatever they want….to be
E.A. Fussell
08/04/2018
When I was a child
One of my favorite smells
Was our old post office
It was lined with
Row after row of little metal mail boxes
They looked like fancy little houses
With small glass windows
You could peak inside
To see if there was any mail
And open the door with a little key
The Post Office also had
A set of steps
Leading in and out
One of my biggest thrills
Was to climb to the top of those steps
Swing open the large glass door
Feel the coolness of conditioned air
Blowing in my face and
Breathe in the spectacular aroma
Of old metal mail boxes laced with
Scents of paper
And glue from the stamps
Decades later the sight of
A small antique mailbox can bring
Those memories back to life
And fill my mind with sensations
Wafting in
Of smells from long ago
E.A. Fussell
7/31/2018
Sometimes
I am the track
Helping others make progress
Mile by mile along their path
Sometimes
I am the train
Barreling full steam ahead
Determined to make my way
Sometimes
I am the damsel
Who is tired of this world
And ready to go home
E.A. Fussell
07/30/2018
My Professor
Not the typical sort
Presenting new ideas
About God’s Word
Romantic movies
History
Tanqueray
Sarcasm
Reading
Revealing
The perversion of this world
Chasing after itself
Bound for destruction
Only one end in sight
Prophesied long ago
By the Only True Light
E.A. Fussell
7/28/2018
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