BE AWARE OF HOW YOU SEE YOURSELF, THATS THE SAME VIEW YOU SEE THE WORLD THROUGH.
There comes a time when running no longer works— when the ache doesn’t lessen with distance, when the echo of pain waits for you at the next bend. It is not weakness to pause. It is strength to stay, to look directly into the eyes of discomfort and ask it: What are you here to show me?
Walking through the pain is not about conquering it— it’s about knowing it. Seeing its colors, hearing its rhythm, feeling the way it shifts your breath, your stance, your gaze. Sometimes it’s a loud throb that demands your attention, other times it’s a subtle whisper, a pulse in the background of your choices.
Is it really pain—or is it the story you were told about pain? Do you respond out of memory, out of programming, or from presence, clarity, and truth?
Pain can be an ally in transformation when we stop anticipating its arrival with fear and start witnessing it as a bridge— an invitation to expand.
Ask yourself: – Why am I walking away? – Am I avoiding hurt, or avoiding growth? – Can I stay here, still and strong, not to suffer but to see?
Life will test you. That’s a promise. But how you define those tests is up to you. Are they punishments—or portals?
You can do hard things. With grace. With steady breath. With the knowing that pain is not your identity but a teacher passing through.
When you choose to walk through it, you walk into a new version of yourself. One who didn’t skip the chapter, but read it aloud and found truth in its lines.
Let others react how they do— some will shut down, some will turn away, some will lash out. That doesn’t define your path. Let your response be rooted in wisdom, not reflex. Let your heart rate be a compass, not a warning siren. And let your stillness reveal the power you’ve always had.
Poem: The Walk
I walked not because I had nowhere to go, but because I had somewhere to arrive within. The road cracked beneath my bare feet— not to injure me, but to open what I buried long ago.
Pain was not the enemy. It was the door. And I— I became the key.
I stopped naming it sorrow and started calling it strength. I stopped listening to fear and started listening to breath.
Every tremble became a prayer. Every pause, a song of endurance. I walked, not to escape, but to enter.
Yesterday, I saw myself in a way I hadn’t before. It was a sunny afternoon, and I was with my daughter—nearly 40 now, though I could still feel myself walking in her age. We were at a sprawling plant nursery, checking out with our treasures of green, when I looked up and caught a glimpse in a mirror near the counter.
There I was—me. But not the me I feel inside. Instead, a version touched by time, by sun, by the softness that aging brings. I stood there for a moment, surprised. Not saddened. Not shamed. Just… aware.
What If We Had No Mirrors?
It hit me: I’m almost 60. But I don’t believe in “aging” in the way society speaks of it. I believe in evolving. In learning. In living closer to the earth. I don’t wear makeup—not because I’m against it, but because I love the way nature feels on my skin. I love wind-swept hair, the kiss of sunshine, and the medicine of plants.
What would life be like if we had no mirrors?
If our reflection only came from rippling water, or from the way someone’s eyes lit up when we smiled? If we were reflected only by the kindness we gave, the presence we offered, and the energy we carried?
Would we worry so much about wrinkles or wild strands of hair? Would we still feel the need to cover, conceal, or enhance? Or would we simply be—unfiltered, untamed, and entirely enough?
Aging as Evolution, Not Decline
That moment reminded me: I want my reflection to be a thank you, not a judgment.
A recognition of how far I’ve come, of how deeply I’ve felt, and of how naturally I choose to live.
Identity is in your energy The essence of you The beauty you bestow The love you hold The soul of you Your spirit The core of more, the DNA The truth, the nitty gritty Your authentic emotions and feelings Not another Your not another’s judgement or opinion Your not recognition or a profile Identity is your gift, you were chosen to be and do something more than this What is this…what is more More is when you hear your breathing and its not shallow and ignored Its not taken for granted but explored More is when your physical frame is relaxed and still able to hold you upright More is when your heart speaks and there is no misinterpreting the message More is when your vibration is unshakeable More is when love flows and you are present in all that’s true for you More is when life opens doors because you cleared space to be embraced More is what you allow More is a presence An energy flow when you decide Your identity is nothing to hide To know yourself, is to forget yourself Without a thought Identity Is energy thats free To be
Perseverance will offer you a choice and it doesn’t travel alone.
Leaning into perseverance and whispering ,”I’m here.”
Perseverance replying, “yes?”
My response, “Must there be more, can’t you read my mind?”
“Must I need clarity to explain why I’m whispering?”
“Dear whisperer, I may know exactly why you are whispering, but if you are interested in my services you must speak with clarity.”
“Clarity I say,”with an exhausting defensive stance.
Perseverance responds back, “ Dear whisperer, when you are ready to speak with clarity and request your desires, I will meet with you to create a plan of action, until then , my family and I have a full schedule.”
“Perseverance, are you a small family business?”
Perseverance responds, “ oh no , we are a world wide organization known for tiring out our clients, pushing them to their knees, financial challenging them, among an array of different types of battles we will toss your way to test your strength and endurance.”
Dear whisperer, “Only the ones that are willing to experience , sleepless nights, agitation, frustration, pain and vulnerability among emotions you haven’t even experienced yet, you must face your deepest truths, stand in the hottest and coldest temperatures and don’t shrink back.”
Dear whisperer, “when you request my services my company will test every limit you have and it will be up to you if you stay on board with us to get the results you’re looking for.”
Perseverance, “ your services sound like a war zone of chaos and destruction, I’d be crazy to invest in those requirements.”
Dear whisperer, “feel free to continue on with our referral to hope, desire, love, laughter, smiles and a positive attitude, they run together and their charges although similar still require our services for longevity.”
Perseverance, “what other options do you suggest so I can process this decision?”
Dear Whisperer, “ have you forgotten your continued investments into our company over your lifetime, the investment has earned you interest and are documented for your future records, you are welcome to use those investments as a down payment.”
Dear Perseverance, I respond with a bit of a defensive wise cracking voice and posture.
“I have investments I didn’t even make?”
“How’s that possible, who made those?”
“It wasn’t me, I’d never make an investment into such a chaotic plan.”
“Whispering”, perseverance answers, you’re investing right now, it’s in arguing rather than action, maybe that’s the statement you didn’t read.”
“That one does not yield high returns, but it does have persevering effects, check your statements for more details.”
“The statements will refer you carefully to your own documented evidence in your journals.”
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