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Be the Change

  • Posted on December 28, 2011 at 10:08 pm

?”Light tomorrow with today!”

– Elizabeth Barrett Browning

March 6, 1806 – June 29, 1861, English Poet

How we live our lives each and every that make our tomorrows. What we do today dictates how the rest of our lives will unfold.

It took me a long time to realize it and I spent a great deal of my life being self-indulgent. I slept in; I drank more than I should have; I didn’t always exercise the way I needed to and I rarely got enough sleep.

I’m not sure how or when I began to reign in my obsession of living in the moment without caring what would be for the next day, but it was a gradual process. I remember deciding to spend more time at home, but I’m not sure what triggered the decision. I went from being out every night of the week in my 30’s to rarely going out once a week, then once a month.

I began to seek out individual relationships with those I enjoyed being around rather than being around groups of people who wouldn’t have noticed whether I was there or not.

Slowly, I began to gain control of my life, allowing each and every day to have a purpose and every purpose have a deeper meaning.

Change

  • Posted on March 28, 1993 at 9:39 am

“The moment of change is the only poem.”

Adrienne Rich b. 1929 – American poet

I’ve always heard that a female becomes a woman initially when she begins her menstrual cycle. Secondly, when she first makes love.

Never has anyone clarified an age requirement for either. Rarely have the occasions been celebrated.

The message often, far too often, is one of fear. A sense of foreboding, a need for protection, a deep sense of sadness, evenĀ  loneliness and loss, but predominantly fear, all overwhelmed me at the time.

There was tremendous support for the mass of confused emotions. Avoidance was the most prominent aspect present both times.

Then for many years, more than twenty, the occasion of either re-confirmed my initial resignation. New feelings came within time; anger, bitterness, pain and a strong sense of dread.

The year I turned 25 was the last I ever knew of my menstrual cycle. Then I knew freedom; absent was the monthly pain and embarrassment.

Then, during my forty-first year I experienced the very same freedom, lack of pain and embarrassment while making love. It was accompanied by a deep sense of joy I had never before known.

A change in attitude, the poetry of love.