Need- require (something) because it is essential or very important
I think we call it love
~Alisa Hutton
Need- require (something) because it is essential or very important
I think we call it love
~Alisa Hutton
Morning meditation
Allowing breath in and beautiful intentions out
Grateful in chime my eyes open, my spirit rooted in true
Beautiful impermanence noted in each moment
Gentle reminders
Vulnerability the gift we offer even when the day feels long
Authenticity a strength
Love and kindness are what I choose and where I belong
The taste of sweetness, an open honesty that lives in my heart
Genuine acceptance and the ceremonial wash of all that I feel
Morning mediation
Welcomes the day and that which is real
~Alisa Hutton
Every line and scar I wear and the things you see in my eyes when I do not speak tell a story that is called “my life”. Those who care to know will show gentle curiosity and those who don’t were never meant for my soul. Unsolicited advice is rarely offered in love. Simply the words from those who believe in judgement that my destination is their entitled road. I have fallen like the rest with deafening and heart breaking thumps. I offer thanks. I deeply cherish the rare who helped me stand back up when I was down. I walk with humility and extend the love I wish to know. To think my behavior and care I do or do not show does not affect the world around me would create stagnant flow. Today, I understand the importance of letting my true heart being felt and shown. I wake up scared as there is so much I do not know. This is life and the fabric that will make you whole. I have been blessed to have known love and even if it doesn’t show up it is the direction I choose to go. Criticism is for those with holes in their buckets and are not mine to repair or fill. Their field is theirs. Plant your seeds and care for them if you want them to grow. Time offered in trust, respect and care is the key to my heart. My instruction manual is as follows; be genuine and open and we’ll be all right. I have been around long enough to see the raw workings of life. The nectar of happiness, live with a kind heart and gentle eyes.
-maturity
~Alisa Hutton
A wrinkle on my soul
There is no pressing it new to adorn even lines and flat conformity
I cannot, will not, have it streamed and hung to appear as when it was born
Creased in time and life, words and love that have ripped and bloomed remind me all that has been torn can also be sewn
A wrinkle on my soul
I once tried to wear new clothes and hide my less than perfect form
I cannot, will not, wear the dress society has made the norm
Creased in time and life, my lines are here to remind me what you and I feel is our style, unique our own
A wrinkle on my soul
Dress it with pride knowing it is the reflection
Of a life
Honestly worn
~Alisa Hutton
Spirit
The seat of emotions and character; the soul
Did you hear it speak to you once
Delivered through my eyes, breathing love in to your own
Were you aware the extension was scary, did you know my heart trembled in fear
Vulnerability, not something I was fed from birth
Shame and anger more often near
Did you notice when I was brave and took a path I did not know
Was my warmth and sincerity felt
My thoughts and feelings; special should always be respected in truth and care
Did it make you feel as though you’d never stand alone
I walk away gently and with clarity as I close the door
The only sadness I carry with me is the cost I had to pay
I seemingly have lost my spirit
In the most unfortunate way
~Alisa Hutton