Kaleidoscope

I am creatively constipated, so today's blog is me trying to find the remedy; relief to begin anew and put words to paper again. The thing is I feel like I am sitting on the verge of a breakthrough so why do things feel, blocked?

I have been on the journey, maybe not faithfully the whole time, but I'm still here knowing I have the power to put The End to my story at any time if I wanted to. What, it's not against the law.

I have learned that it is not my moral compass that keeps me here, but more of a divine intervention. I believe that I am completing a significant lesson around perception so that I can begin to live the purpose I was put here for. I am the greyline in human propagation of black and white.

A broken vision I may be, through a cracked pair of rose-colored glasses or a thousand slivered reflections in a house of mirrors, the rotational angles distort the view between mind and heart. There is light and dark when trying to look through the eyepiece of one's own stained-glass symmetry.

It could be said that I have a chance to choose but where one may see color, just like Yin and Yang, I am both; for I am not built to be one without the other. As I continue down this road of life where it seems that you are either one thing or another, I will choose a new and unique pattern and strive to become a beautiful form watcher of the rainbow.

I will sprinkle love like colorful confetti, no matter whether I am at the end of my story or being given a fresh start; it will continue here by sharing the colors of my kaleidoscope heart.

Until next time,

T. McB