When Time Stands Still

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It is in those rare moments when ‘Time Stands Still’ that the quality of the lens through which we view life is enhanced, and the images we see appear more brilliant than ever imagined.

It is not that we do not see,

 but simply, we rarely stand still long enough to truly appreciate the miracles before us.

~N.A.Martin

© Nicole Martin, 2016 All Rights Reserved

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Posted in Elephant Journal, My wordpress, Story, Wordpress prompts, Writing

Dealing With Change

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‘Change is the constant, yet life confronts me and I am dragged forward, many times over’

 

Dealing With Change

 

Author

Nicole Martin

There have been times in my life when ‘change’ has been warmly welcomed-a breath of fresh air, one could say.

Occasionally a bright new opportunity has presented itself resulting in a newly challenged, motivated me.

But change has also been brutal-knocking me off my feet, leaving me empty, heavy-hearted and fearful. The resentment and frustration I felt at the time, caused me to challenge the situation and fight in desperation to hang onto what was already gone- but eventually, the denial was corroded by the call for acceptance.

I remember so clearly the day my son graduated from Junior School. His friends, the brotherhood, were united in the anticipation of this momentous occasion. When it was time for their goodbyes, devastation hit the decks. Heartfelt tears rolled forward as they clung onto each other, their young souls aching.

As I watched from a distance and felt their pain one slow minute after another, I knew that they were fearful.

They were now stepping into the unknown, fearful of a future without their friends close by. Sorrowful at the loss of their past and resistant to accept the change that was closing a chapter in their lives, never to be re-lived.

‘With age, comes wisdom.’

How do we let go of what is gone forever?

Once gone, there is no possible way to bring back the past-this shocking truth can wound the strongest of souls-but our most loved memories are never completely lost.

 It’s within this epiphany that they key to letting go is hiding.

The key to moving forward comes with the understanding that precious memories very close to our hearts are entwined within our Journey of life.

Sure, it is necessary to keep rolling forward, but at the same time, we carry inside us all the pieces that represent our lives lived so far-and there is no need, to ‘let them go’ or ‘erase them.’

Ironically, the key to letting go and moving happily forward, is in NOT letting go of those memories we cherish, but in taking them with us and allowing them to live forever in our minds,  as we move through change.

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All Relationships Change-with the exception of a select few-the keepers

For me, circumstances changed and friendships changed with the cycle of life whether I liked it or not.

People sauntering in, people fading out, each and every one of them serving a purpose-all playing a part in my journey of life.

Over the years, reflection has brought me to the realisation that some have walked with me for a while, and have then parted as they’ve discovered their own path.

There are those that have taken great pleasure in filling my path with obstacles and confusing signage, in a desperate need for me to lose my way and walk ‘their’ journey-yet it never really feels right though does it?-Like a square peg in a round hole-yet strangely, we all do it in hope of holding onto something we care about.

Others have left but a tiny footprint in the sand, one of pure perfection and endearment, a fleeting visit but an impression all the same.

There are those that have caught a ride on my back- I willingly carried them, but they weighed me down, and I slowly sank into the depths of the sand until I eventually found the strength to shake them off.

Some came screaming up behind me, with limitless energy and promises of tomorrow. They offered gifts of exhilaration and excitement—a welcome change to my seemingly mundane path. I snatched them like an excited child, only to find they didn’t exist, the promises were hollow, and they were never really walking beside me in the first place-but I was blinded by my own masterpiece. I only saw, what I desired them to be.

Many were ghosts in the night, crossing my path briefly and then vanishing as quickly as they came, their images too faint to make a memory.

 

And then there are the keepers

The ones who lay down a thousand lamps so that we may see

The ones whose fingertips are laser beams, showering infinite rays of color over our journey

The ones who blow the cool breeze our way when we swelter

The ones who stand back when we need to run

The ones who hold our hands when the path becomes rocky

The ones who carry us when we are bleeding

The ones who get back up, when we push them away

The ones whose arms are there when we reach out

The ones who always see the real us, despite our disguise

The ones whose footprints remain, right beside ours, throughout the billowing storm, until all the pieces have been placed and the puzzle is complete.

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So in times of change and uncertainty, I always try to turn around and face my path. I look for the keepers that will always be there, patiently waiting to take my hand and shed light on the journey ahead.

And I look for the beloved footprints behind me, taking comfort in the fact that they can never be erased.

They will always be part of my life, and they will always be a part of my journey.

Together we travel towards wisdom.

Post Inspired by the Daily Prompt

Mad Libs

When consulting a friend on post ideas, she declined to provide an adjective, noun or article specifically. She simply said, please write something on  ‘Dealing with Change’

So I spent some time heavily editing an old story of mine, and brought it back to life.

I hope you enjoy it.

Nicole

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Posted in Daily muse, Inspiration, mindfullness, My mantra's, Stories, Writing

Faces

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Faces

 

‘I love its vulnerability, it’s impossibly human position. I love how it reaches out, willingly or not, sucks the breath out of your lungs and pulls you in…’

 

By N.A.Martin

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I adore faces

All of them

They carry on their surface, the angles, shapes and colours that collectively unify to create an outward appearance

Their story

Their unique, impossibly raw and beautiful story

Faces cannot lie

Can you see who they truly are when they meet your eyes?

Can you see their powerful individualism that is their reality?

I love a happy face

One that has warmth and sunshine pinned to its smile. One that smothers you with its bright yellow rays and wraps itself around your every breathing cell

Every happy face, is a beautiful face

I love a sad face

I love its vulnerability, it’s impossibly human position. I love how it reaches out, willingly or not, sucks the breath out of your lungs and pulls you in

Every sad face, is a beautiful face

Perhaps one of our failings as a human race is our perception of beauty

Our perception that character, and the insuppressible beauty of uniqueness is imperfection

I find, that overwhelmingly, the most alluring quality in a face is its powerful mystique

It’s honesty, it’s invisible reflection of the soul, it’s unquantifiable energy, it’s stunning uniqueness, it’s story

To me, the character in a face is the epitome of human perfection

Beauty beyond definition, for it cannot be measured

Faces blooming with emotion, life and character have endless depth and come with infinite interpretations and possibilities, unlike the finite form of perceived physical beauty

In the words of Amy Bloom-

“You are imperfect, permanently and inevitably flawed.

And you are beautiful.”

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Posted in Daily muse, Inspiration, Poem, Stories, Wordpress prompts, Writing

Lost time

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I am a willing contributer to your wonderfully inspiring topic:

CIRCLES

Thank you

WordPress blogging educator extroadinaire!

 

 

LOST TIME

‘Grab the minutes with your arms like floating bubbles from a fairy wand…before they disappear into nothingness’

look

look quickly

over there

it’s bubbles of floating magic

like music in the sky

can you see?

focus

if you blink 

they’ll be butterfly wings

or a new ray of light

go on

catch them 

in your hands

and absorb their wonder 

before they float into the past

and disappear forever 

like the minutes in my day

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Heart Story-N.A.Martin

What other than bubbles has the ability to transform me?

The breathtaking warmth of the sun

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NIVS24

 

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 My Dog

Bittersweet

 

 copyright © 2015 by N.A.Martin. All rights reserved.

 

Posted in Daily December, Daily muse, Deep, Inspiration, Poem, Stories

Lost time

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Photo credit: zoethustra / Foter.com / CC BY

Daily December

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LOST TIME

‘Grab the minutes with your arms like floating bubbles from a blowing wand…before they disappear into nothingness’

look

look quickly

over there

it’s bubbles of floating magic

like music in the sky

can you see?

focus

if you blink 

they’ll be butterfly wings

or a new ray of light

go on

catch them 

in your hands

and absorb their wonder 

before they float into the past

and disappear forever 

like the minutes in my day

💙

Heart Story-N.A.Martin

 

More posts by Heart Story here 

 

 

My Dog

Bittersweet

 

 

 

copyright © 2015 by N.A.Martin. All rights reserved.

 

Posted in Stories

So you failed did you?

 

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SO YOU FAILED DID YOU?

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You have to ask yourself now, how badly you really want it.

Do you still want it?

If that’s a yes, it’s time to embrace discomfort.

Get real.

Things worth achieving are HARD to get.

Dig in your heals, grit your teeth and don’t look back.

You NEED to do the work.

You NEED to be prepared to get uncomfortable.

You NEED to learn to embrace failure, it is your teacher.

On the journey toward success you WILL feel discouraged

you WILL feel disappointment

you WILL question your ability

-these feelings are the rule not the exception, but suck it up and keep moving toward your goal.

The only difference between those that make it, and those that don’t, is DESIRE.

That’s it.

Those that make it use failure as fuel for growth.

Those that make it ENDURE the disappointment, the negativity in their mind, the knock to their self-esteem, but never give up.

Those that make it, fail and try again, fail and try again, fail and try again.

‘So if you really want it, ride the waves, and try again.’

Fight for it and it will come.

Those that make it, fail MORE than you…but,

THEY DO NOT TAKE THEIR EYES OFF THE GOAL.

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💡HEART STORY-N.A.Martin