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Mid month of April Rambles

16/04/2020 - 20/04/2020

By Rachel HallPublished 5 years ago 2 min read

16/04/2020

Early mornings /

A year ago & every single year, day morning, prior to that,

not my thing.

Leave me in bed until the last second possible,

alarms screaming until the very last second. & then continue to lay there a few extra minutes just to make the rush of being late exciting.

My relationship with early mornings is in direct correlation with my mental state,

how I feel, how I choose to feel, what I choose to do & how I choose to be.

now / early mornings. My peace, my joy, my savior in these times & days we live in.

Just me, the birds & bugs flying around the sky as I watch the waves crash along the shore, the dolphins frolic.

Early morning fishermen speed across the waters horizon into the glow of the shining sun, I stretch, feel my body awakening, warming, glowing at my new morning routine.

Just me, & my surroundings, and the power of choice to path my day.

17/04/2020

Warning /

Mostly felt in the pits of my stomach,

sets my heart racing & signals of panic, alertness perhaps,

to my brain & my body.

My intuition / my warning bell to myself.

18/04/2020

Walk away /

From the hurt & the pain.

Or perhaps don’t, & look it straight in the face.

Confront it, and find your worth, know who you are, & what you deserve.

Make that choice,

be that person.

Breathe deep.

be.

19/04/2020

Supermarket /

A favourite past time,

alas no more.

The hurry, the worry, the confusion, & stress.

It’s no place for me, & this messy head.

20/04/2020

Everybody /

Living, breathing, similarities;

yet, so many differences.

Genetics, brain wiring, experiences, traumas, memories.

Forming, guiding, teaching, scaring,

shaping & shifting,

The big & the small.

From the language & actions normalized for individuals,

to behaviours as humans as a whole.

Triumohs, struggles, pondering & questions.

For each other, for the greater powers, for the universe as a whole.

Numbing, dulling, hiding, avoiding, the hard shit.

Fake, acceptance.

whatever it may be.

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About the Creator

Rachel Hall

The inner ramblings of a somewhat lost brain.

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