Finding Balance

The sound of the rain soothes me in ways that the sun could never, but I’d still let it kiss me, I’d let it kiss my skin until it glows, creating a blushing, brown, plumping, beautiful, self renewing surface. My skin – wet, sips rain drops that are beading and swelling on it, while my mind, body and spirit  meditates into a full eclipse.

Finding balance is important, and so I’m on my way.

Sometimes, words flood my mind during the craziest or most inconvenient moments and I am compelled to free them and write, this  has been a rarity until recent.  I had reached a point where my words no longer sought exit, so I left them all alone – inside to their vices and now they’re ready for release, to see, to breathe, and to finally fly and be free again.

I’m finding balance.

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4 thoughts on “Finding Balance

  1. I must admit. I wait on your next creation/genius. Knowing that it will be good, but having no idea what it will be. You did it again. Superb!!! Ebony, you are truly on another level. I am totally intrigued with you. You are a artist/actor all rolled up in one. You need to be on stage. Where did all this talent/genius come from? Did it come from pain, weakness, strength, love, support, or what? I need your story. Question: is that you lying in that water?

    • Man-O-man, you’ve managed to make my day, day after day – and how do you do it? I’ll tell you, its been your unwavering support and loyalty thus far to which I’m infinitely grateful and humbled. No, that isn’t me in the water, but I feel like her sometimes and especially in the moment that I wrote this post. Pain and love are two of our greatest teachers. All that I write is inspired by my life experiences and the lives of those who I encounter whether up close or from a distance, including all that you’ve mentioned.

      “…I am like a bottle thrown into the ocean
      with an entire novel stuffed inside
      that comes out of me a few pages at a time
      usually out of order
      so I’m always trying to figure out what goes where…”

      Said, Rock WILK in his play BROKE WIDE OPEN

      …and so, I could relate. I feel like an entire novel is stuffed inside of me too and has already begun to come out of me, one post at a time…

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