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Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Words of Love and Consequence (aka Ac-Cent-Tchu-Ate the Positive #42 -- 4/28/10)

written on my spirit are words of love and consequence. matters of the heart in a gentle text, sloping and soft. no edges, all curves and delicate phrases. the sharp corners have been worn away by grace and fire, by love-conquered fears and truths of the highest magnitude. there is no room for hurtful phrases here anymore. life and hard-won wisdom remind me that cynicism and bitter words only breed more of the same and that the same goes for love and gratitude. which set of offerings would you choose? love and gratitude will always win in my story.

when i take the time to review the pages in the book of my life...the book of my growth... i celebrate the dog-eared ones. the pages worn down with re-reading. the pages tattered around the edges, spilled on, tear stained...the pages that i had to, or chose to return to over and over again. they are the pages that tell of hard won lessons, stories told and retold, places of trial and comfort, and things that i have had to go back to repeatedly before i could move through and past them. i had to revisit these paragraphs, these pages, these chapters in order to truly learn from them. for them i am grateful. they have made me who i am today.

every moment that i breathe, i am writing my story. i am the heroine in my own choose-your-own adventure book. i have epics to live and tales to weave. i have magical happenings and mundane beauty to believe in. i am vividly alive and my joie de vivre leaps off the pages to embrace the reader. i am exceptional. i am whole. i am extraordinary. i embrace who i am. i refuse to live a predictable plot and i choose a happy ending.

as i open the cover on the book of my life, i can't wait to live the next turn of phrase. to find out what the next page will bring, and what the story of the upcoming chapter will be. life, even when painful, has so many delicious things to offer, so many opportunities to learn from, so much room for growth, and so many pages on which to write one's grace and gratitude.

thank you, all of you, for being such amazing presences in the book of my life. my story is so much richer for having you in it. i am thankful that i get to write my saga with every waking breath. i love this life and i chose "and they lived happily ever after" as my afterward and my epilogue.

© Tanya Anguita

Monday, April 26, 2010

simple wisdoms

Simple wisdoms move through me
like petals floating on a quiet stream.
I am thankful for their loveliness
and watch them,
pink and golden in the late afternoon sunlight,
as they pass by me.
I am whole and beautiful.
I cannot push the river.
Hearts heal with time.
Grace comes from surprising places,
And the love of my friends
always humbles me.

© Tanya Anguita

Thursday, April 15, 2010

When we need it most

Bright with promise
Alive with possibility
My heart speaks truths to me
in waking dreams
and quiet whispers.

Life has an amazing way
of presenting
what we need to hear
when we need it most.

© Tanya Anguita

Thursday, April 8, 2010

Against the looming darkness...

When sleep will not come, the night wraps around me cloak-like and dark. On nights such as these, I sometimes feel as though the mansion of my heart is reduced to a tumble down shack hidden in the shadows. The hinges are rusted, the doors hung sideways, and the windows are covered in tattered curtains that have seen better days. It is there that the specter of loneliness visits me; draping itself seductively across my lap, inviting me to partake of its cold kisses and faithless promises.

It is then that I rally against the looming darkness. I have no interest in ghostly seduction. I don't drink from empty cups. There are lightning bugs in my soul that keep the murky chill out, and remind me that I am never alone as long as I am capable of love. And I am always capable of love.

I fill the castle of my spirit with thankfulness and laughter. The fortress of my heart is lit by the twin lights of friendship and gratitude. I find, again, that the way to happiness and contentment is often down a curiously muddled path, but grace is found in odd places and I believe in myself.

© Tanya Anguita

Sunday, April 4, 2010

Ac-Cent-Tchu-Ate the Positive #41 -- 4/3/10

I am here, Life, drinking from your sweetest cup. I have no thirst tonight...I am sated by thankfulness,gratitude of the highest magnitude, and topped off with a loving spoonful of grace, which I can, will, and do joyfully share with those beloved to me.

My song of thanks tonight is a quiet one, but no less fervent for its subtlety. There are nuances to my gratitude. It comes in many colours, shapes, sizes and flavors. Tonight mine hums a quiet tune in the background as I go about my business. It is a constant companion; a familiar -- curled up at the bottom of my bed purring contentedly as I type. I can reach out and scritch between its ears or not, as warranted, but it will not disappear. For just as I belong to it, it too is mine..

Ahhhh....Sweet Gratitude...resting space for my spirit, counter of blessings, reminder of all things good...what a gracious respite you are for a sometimes weary soul. I sing you tonight in my heart of hearts and do not take my blessed life or the magnificent people I have in it for granted. Thank you, Life. Truly....thank you. You are delicious.

Thursday, April 1, 2010

Where desire lives...

My dreams tonight
takes us
to the place
where Desire lives.

The door stands open and
warmth is met with a burning heat.
It is fueled with the fire of need and imagination;
aflame with unfulfilled hunger.

Arched beneath the cloud-draped moon
I ache --
Body taut
Limbs stretched
Skin tightening with
a tingling want --
and wait
for fulfillment
to slake this fevered thirst.

Delighting in the delicious
anticipation that
hums along nerves
in the moment
just before
parted lips meet,
I sense you before I see you.

Faceless in the dusky darkness,
limbs tangle
hands twine in hair,
muscled arms embrace.
and I smile to hear your breath catch
as skin meets skin in the shadows.

We lose and then find each other
and again
in the heady descent
into nightfall and passion;
body over body,
in the never ending need
to get closer still.

As I awaken,
my eyes flutter open,
and I can still taste
your mouth on mine
in the midnight of my dreams,
and hear
your ragged breathing
in the silence of my empty room.

The darksome night is consumed
by the pathway to Desire's house,
and we
are left
to dream our way
back to each other's door.

© Tanya Anguita