Pamela Leavey

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Reflections: Uncertainty

As I sit here with so much uncertainty in my life, it’s hard to see clearly what the next chapter of my Mid-Life Adventure entails.

Talk about being stuck in a rut… when you end up with a sudden, accidental injury that leaves you disabled for a time, it is a life changing experience in itself. Couple that with empty nest syndrome and being out of work and it’s easy to feel some days, no matter how positive you try to stay, as though the whole world is crashing in around you.

There are days when it is just plain hard to focus. Either there is energy bursting to get out in some creative or physical form, or the mind just goes blank as you seek the light hiding behind the clouds.

Sometimes life just seems so unfair, although you look around and see that so many people struggles are worst than your own. Yet, you stay stuck in that woe is me syndrome… sadness can strike even the strongest of heart and mind.

Drifting, drifting, drifting… the dark nights of the soul, when faith is tested in so many ways, are long and seemingly endless.

There are those who would say to you… Snap out if it. But you can’t. There are those who would tell you… This too shall pass. And you do know deep down inside that it will.

So, you ride the tide of uncertainly, as it wanes and crests and blows through you like the wickedest of winds. And, when the question arises, what is next in this Mid-Life Adventure for me… Truth be told, I have no answers today. I’m busy pondering the great uncertainties on my doorstep and hoping the winds won’t blow me further off course.

(Photo: Afternoon Sky at Parker River National Wildlife Refuge ~~ c. Pamela J. Leavey 2012)

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Love Be Not of Reason

There’s no better day than Valentine’s Day to share a love poem. I have long been a great fan of romance poets, including Elizabeth Barrett Browning and Edna St. Vincent Millay.

Love Be Not of Reason is from my own journals…

Love Be Not of Reason
 
Love be not of reason,
No right nor wrong,
Love be of the season
For which there is no song.
No sense be made of desires
That once can cripple
But, the strongest tree
And, bring mere mortal man
Down to his knee.
Who sayeth that love must be so,
Who speak the words
Of Love and Woe
For truly as the sun doth shine
Your touch upon my lips
Be pleasure that is,
 But, yours and mine.
Who knows what aching
Upon thy breast
Does bring your soul to lay and rest;
Weary in the arms of love,
That heal the questions
For which there be no answer.
Love be the stars that shine,
In darkest night
Bright in your eyes;
Love be the sun that rises
To seek a new day
Of pleasure in your arms.
Love be the song of ecstasy
When in its throws
We merge as one.
Love be not of reason
No right nor wrong,
Love be of the season
For which there is no song,
But that only of two hearts
That beat as one
In it’s sweet pleasing.

c. Pamela J. Leavey

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