Showing posts with label peace. Show all posts
Showing posts with label peace. Show all posts
June 24, 2019
June 14, 2019
May 31, 2019
Sometimes you don't realize what makes your soul glow until you feel it come alight after what has felt like traveling through the deepest dark. But the light that comes, the glimmers of stars in the midnight hue, can move the fairy spirit in you, the one that was hiding and waiting for the magic of its moonlight again. The moon that only shines so bright because of the freedom given it every night, by the sun, that shines in a different time and space... Freedom found in moonlight. Truth illuminated under darkness. It's what is craved. The emotion deeply sought. Lover's touch bringing peace. Calming of the soul. At last to keep...
Words: © Rosie Chee
May 25, 2019
March 17, 2019
YOU. My soul does. They say that everyone has someone who makes such a difference to them that life becomes distinct in "before" and "after" their entrance into. For me, that someone is you. Who would ever have guessed that the first night we rambled in conversation would turn into a connection so significant that anyone who knows either of us would not argue the change we make to and in each other. You knew before I did, when my heart changed towards you, no longer able to imagine life without, nor wanting to. Not just a smile, but peace being in your presence brings, rare calm to the constant chaos of my mind, and alone with entirely relaxed, as my soul softens into the safe space of you.
Words: © 2019 Rosie Chee
Words: © 2019 Rosie Chee
December 3, 2018
December 2, 2018
June 14, 2018
Just YOU. Nothing else. I think that is all I ever did want. Not what you could give or anything else in your life. Just you. Simply you. I have seen others want you for status or position or possible gain, but none of that matters to me (now or then). All that did - and does - is YOU.
JUST you. The man you [first] showed me, when we are alone. The soul I see that many never will, or would believe if they knew. The energy that collides with my own, creating calm and peace for two that rarely has either. The absolute acceptance of who we are as we are, without any judgment and free to just BE.
There is something simple about it. A haven amidst the complexity the world [tries to and] can make of life. When we are together, it is just you and me, nothing and no one else existing in that space. It is a SAFE place. I trust you, when I trust very few.
It is THAT trust, irrevocable feeling of safety, comingling passionate and primal (controlled) energy, that allowed me to stop pulling back, not run away but toward. I welcome the raw honesty of what we have, even if neither of us can explain just WHAT it is. And that is ok, for not everything needs explaining. Sometimes it is enough for us to simply FEEL what we live.
Words: © 2018 Rosie Chee
May 25, 2018
Someone who has never seen or been near the ocean will never understand; even some who have do not. But for those who do, know that for some the ocean is more than just a body of water or "part of the scenery", as essential as breathing for complete vitality of energy and lightness of being. For some of us were born with its song in our soul, the most alive when we are near it, fading a little the further and longer we are away from the waves, like a mermaid who has spent too long on land. They say "home is where the heart is", and for the freespirits who have no "home", gypsy souls feeling almost constant compulsion of wanderlust, their heart belongs to the ocean, always drawn back to it, for rarely anywhere but there can their mind find calm and their soul peace.
Words: © 2018 Rosie Chee
May 3, 2018
I never ended up posting this last year. For some reason, I always hesitated. But not now, not after everything. Not after, against my better judgement, I allowed someone I walked away from once before, the "second chance" they asked for, doubt in me from the start, because words mean nothing when always contradicted by actions and future words. Even despite love, my deeper instincts in the past always felt uneasy, coming to recognize an uncomfortable truth, and today it became clearer than ever that listening to them then saved me from a worse nightmare than the one I have lived once before. I will allow no more of me to be "taken", no more tolerance for curiosity's sake, when instinct screams to stay away. So today I made a choice. I chose to walk away a second time. The first time I did gave a sense of freedom and lightness of being, albeit fleeting as healing did not come so easy, a testing of "second chance" making it painfully clear that healing had only been masked and not complete. But this time, this time there will be no weakness "for love", for while we can and do love, not always is it beneficial, and sometimes, for our own protection and wellbeing, for true freedom and manifestation of our best self, that love must exist "outside" of our life. No more death. Just life. That of what is "left", with transformative renewal and "rebirth" of anything that was taken.
Words: © 2018 Rosie Chee
Words: © 2018 Rosie Chee
April 18, 2018
There is nothing like seeing the sun rise above the ocean; especially in New Zealand, and in summer. With streaks of pastel leaking across the sky, the reflection of the clouds and their marvelous colour on the water streaked sands, you could almost believe you were in either fairy tale or painting. Pinks giving way to glorious crimsons and reds, flecks of gold reach down to the shimmering blue of the ocean, the foam on the waves like frothy light frosting finishing off an already perfect look is pure paradise.
Even better is the sound of the waves in their roll and crash, hearing the thunder, watching the swells as they create lines of beauty. Some complete, while others slide down into the stillness and form again at another point. They look so calm, sound so calm, so small, when in reality they could topple you in a heartbeat, hidden rips and undercurrents pulling you back with them and sweeping you out into the beautiful blue deep.
Something about them transports you to another place, a realm of rejuvenation and healing energy for a tired soul that has been drifting with seemingly no direction, like one of the waves themselves, from place to place, touching shores and cultures, always coming and going and never staying, always changing. Peace is found in the gentle wind breathing salt air as the ocean caresses your skin, tension slipping through the soles of your feet as you feel the sand sink beneath you with the pull of the tide.
Close your eyes and empty your mind of everything but the feeling, the sensations, and embrace the gentle quiet stirring inside, whispering of dreams and flickers of hope like the brightening of the sky above you. There is a desire to stay there, in that place, in that peace, a wish to be able to lock yourself inside a glass bubble in that ocean, on those sands, for a lifetime, where your soul is nothing but light, in tune with the universe and every vibration of love.
But nothing lasts forever. Not even the sunrise. The magic of that magic gives way to the bright light of day, blinding beams as you open your eyes to the ocean. The ocean does not change, the effervescent blue still real and perfect, a reminder that there is heaven in everything, perfection even when perfection seems to have passed. It enables hope to stay as you turn from the horizon and leave the ocean’s arms for the way beyond the sand.
Words: © 2018 Rosie Chee
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