Inspired Action

 When faced with the painstaking truth of reality, how do we deal when the outcomes are not what you've anticipated? 
 Upon walking into an environment that feels less than inviting.

 One that, for the longest, felt light and safe. 

Now, well we're just sat aside. Aren't we. 

Locked doors; pretense of not belonging. 

displaced grief and words of "nothing personal.." 
oh but why is it not personal, darling?  
It should be. We still exist. 

invigoration through acts of defiance.
Stir the pot, unintentionally.

 Let's shake this foundation up, 

yours and mine. 

Well.. Why not? 

Inspired action is what I'll call this. 

A calling from deep within, to act on impulse and continue acting without further thought.
Pure Instinct. 

It's been ages since I've felt this sort of spark.
 Re-ignited. A fire in my belly. 
It's been ages..



Whatever the source of inspired action, this was the necessary charge. 

An invitation to live.. 

To embrace the living. 

No matter how much you try and prepare for things, for other people, there's no true telling how it will end up being. My body takes the brunt of it. Aching and holding onto my emotions with such ferocity. There's no need to be so tense, can't I just process in real time? Why must I sit for days and days before I can fully grasp. 

Nevertheless.

Where will I end up on the other side of this? To go through, well it's brutal. 

I've been shown the need to let go..

 and once you're forced to let go in the hardest form. 

Well,

all the other requests of letting go, aren't as large an ask.

 Each season and milestone seem that much more significant. 

An invitation to take it all more gracefully, with more appreciation. 

An invitation to ground. 

To deepen roots and look at the vines which entwine it all. 

How deeply interlaced the joy is with all the sorrow. 
I feel so much more.. and in the process..
 It's shown me everything I've ever felt, grieved, or pushed aside.
Ask of me to surrender and surrender I shall.