pgreen's Journal

  This week has held some surprises in it. I am slowly allowing myslf to feel ok and more at peace with the injustices. It has been many years since I opened my book of poetry and appreciated the person who wrote them. The truth is the truth is the truth. Unlike some music, poetry can capture essence in a thought and imprint ( nice witty pun ) it for eternity capturing that inspiration for all to behold. This week was really  the first time I have allowed myslef to sense and enjoy  the feminine balance that has been so skewed for decades in mylife.  I think the rejections that I fear the most, and this all stems from the unconscious, is not from others; but the rejection of self by the self. When I permitt myself to just be the best that I am in that moment than suddenly I am ok with whom I am. Hey, in the end whose life must I be accountable for and since nobody pays rent to live inside my soul, it must be me.....

 Sent thank you notes to those special angels that God has sent to me to help lift me up from these painfilled days .