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Swept

Updated on May 5, 2017

At times we feel as though we are a leaf rushing through the air being swept, dropped, and itinerant without any rhyme or reason.


Our bearing is dictated by the circumstances around us, if it floods we float. As the winds gust, we soar. Where we land and how we travel are for the Gods of the Earth to decide.


And then there are stints when we feel as though we divide the rivers, move mountains and let the sun know when it may shine. We have tamed the powers from above; we have harnessed the power within us.


Is it the moment of thought that limits our power? Does it truly rest within us? Do we inherently know all the answers to all the uncertain questions? Or is it simply an illusion, trickery fashioned by the chaotic nature of life?


How can we rule the world and define our fate one minute to only become lost frantictly grasping for an anchor-point the next?


I have found that when we let fate decide, when we float down the river expecting to reach an oasis. Nothing ever happens, we end up hopelessly lost and drifting.
Yet if we believe that we control all that becomes of us, we become frustrated and discouraged; life drags us down pulling at our feet, tripping us at every turn.


The magic ensues when we realize exactly what we control and what our obligation to the world actually is.


When we understand that we only have the capability to govern our actions and our emotions. We cannot thwart the rain from falling, we can only shelter ourselves and sometimes others while we wait for it to pass.


We cannot become irritated when the chaos of life alters what we had planned nor can we just sit and wait for our dreams to appear out of thin air. We have to find a balance of influencing what we can and gracefully accept what we cannot change.


We must learn to become a leaf through the gusts that sweep us off the ground, accept where we have landed and then muster up the strength to move the mountains that are set in our path.

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      Nameless in the east 3 months ago from USA

      Good day Elise and so good to hear you are safe ….. I am very pleased you still find time to write ….

      As always your writing gives the reader a window into an ongoing journey of self-reflection: A conversation with yourself. You are vulnerable and strong enough to admit doubt and uncertainty, but hopeful enough to envision a better, happier future. You do not directly address your faith in your writings yet perhaps your readers may wonder ……

      If you will forgive me, may I make a few suggestions?

      1. Check spelling “frantictly”=”frantically”

      2. “We have tamed the powers from above; we have harnessed the power within us”=”We have tamed the earth with powers from above; harnessed the power within.”

      3. “Is it the moment of thought that limits our power? Does it truly rest within us? Do we inherently know all the answers to all the uncertain questions? Or is it simply an illusion, trickery fashioned by the chaotic nature of life?”=”In that moment we feel, we know instinctively, the answers and the questions. But then, an inner doubt, a momentary pause, our thoughts ponder what is behind and what is below; our past as well as our future. Our exultation, now fleeing, the moment gone. Was it all an illusion?”

      4. “We must learn to become a leaf through the gusts that sweep us off the ground, accept where we have landed and then muster up the strength to move the mountains that are set in our path”=”As the gust sweeps us off the ground, we must learn to become a leaf, to accept wherever we may fall, then muster the strength, set our path, scale the distant mountains.”

      As always, I would encourage you to keep writing. Many people do not understand, but creative writing is actually a form of pray or meditation. I hope it allows you to clarify your thoughts and feelings; to deepen your mind and soul. To reflect on your past, your dreams, to find an inner peace with yourself Elise.

      Take care Elise and keep safe!

      Yours sincerely, No Name.

      P.S. I have a hub or two ready to publish, but fear they may be a little strong. I will keep on the mellow side for now: Don’t want to put readers off. I am currently considering a career change so I may hint/write about it in the future. I feel torn by the decision and really don’t know what to do. So if I do elude to doubts or uncertainty ……. Recently one path has closed (probably permanently), but there is the possibility of another way: It means giving up what I already have……

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      Liz 3 months ago

      "We cannot thwart the rain from falling, We can only shelter ourselves". #selfCare #SelfCompassion #ExactlyWhatINeeded #LoveyouLeeLeeSackajeweewee

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      Marina 3 months ago

      love u lee, needed this today

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      whonunuwho 3 months ago from United States

      I enjoyed your message of hope Elise. Blessings to you and yours. whonu

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      maureen reed 3 months ago

      love it! had to look up itinerant? love you Lee