FC: INSPIRATIONS FOR THE SPIRIT
1: I was once told that the basic foundation of any loving nurturing relationship is to be needed, wanted and loved. When one of these elements fails to exist we are not only vulnerable to defeat but we lack the drive to remain committed and loyal. It is these words that continue to inspire me to write the truth of the human spirit and share how they impact our everyday existence and impact the people that surround our world. | We often confuse the word "NEED" for food, shelter or money, but in reality it is much deeper then those primary principles. When one is given the opportunity to share knowledge, participate in making decisions, and is appreciated for their contributions they are left with a feeling of gratitude that they are needed. We all know that "WANT" can ultimately mean desire, but what if desire did not exist would want disappear too? Wanting is more than desire, it is the ability to choose, it is the ability to see our hearts desires, it is the ability to share and enrich others around us. Learning to be humble in lobe is the glue that holds all relationships together. Love does not come with expectations, hesitations or self indulgence, it is delivered with patience, understanding and humility. The beauty of all things are seen through the eyes of a humble heart and its this heart that can love all things despite our own fears and shortcomings. In the spirit of healing I offer you "Inspirations" Tracey Boston-Smith
2: Some say that if you listen carefully you can hear the heart beat of a woman who has long passed through this world. So we stand in the stillness of the mind and enter the world of women who teaches us the honor in grace, humility and compassion. Wrapped in the warmth of tears women will cry, not for her own inabilities but for the inabilities of others to see beauty without constraint and love without bindings. Like the strike of lightening and the roar of the Great Thunder, the will of women is strong, illuminating and as quick as she appears she will leave behind only the soft rumble of her masked tears. As the wind sings and dances with freedom and grace, a woman will bow her head and find her place. A place of understanding and compassion she will find, for her role has been clearly defined. Blessed are the women who can embrace humility for the sake of calming the waters and bestowing compassion on the very things that have damaged her spirit. As deep as the ocean floor, and as far as the mind can see a woman's love will embrace all of life's tormented mysteries. Women will stand amidst the storm of hurt and sorrow and lift your spirits to ensure a better tomorrow. Tomorrow you will stand in grace and beauty for the heart of a woman paid mind to her soulful duty. So for those who believe that Women are weak......A spiritual mind you should seek. You should only be so lucky to hold the heart of a woman for it will always be yours to keep. | HEART BEAT OF WOMAN
3: REFLECTIONS | As darkness casts it shadow across the still waters the reflection of our souls are cast toward the Great Mystery locked within a mirror. Our spirits are free to make our own rules to break our own chains and to dream the dreams that we have hidden deep within the quiet calm of our existence. The face of the mirror is hidden like a dark secret that lingers in the corner of your mind, it is covered with dust and a shear mantle of madness and yet a clear decision is made to unlock the secrets that lie in wait. A mirror with reflections of truth will forgive our past. Look deep within the mirror and see that your past is locked within its sturdy frame. The reflection does not change but the surface on which you look has. Although our pasts are caught in the reflection it does not mark the mirrored image the image has softened in time and it has blended to make a unique surrounding of character and presence. As you walk closer to the mirror and lean into the reflection, through the mist of your breath you are gently reminded that this your present, this is your reality and this is who you have become. Laughter of memories can be heard echoing, tears of sadness have left streaks, but the will to see the truth commands change of heart and behavior. Haunted by the outstretched hand that we did not take, the cruelty of words that wounded spirits and the absence of love within our lives has caused the mirror to be tarnished, but that does not mean that it cannot be refinished. Through the years of our past we have been given the reflection of truth. Through the manifestation of our present we have been given the opportunity to change, and through the materialization of change we have been granted the mirror to our future.
4: As she stands motionless at the river's edge, the tears have begun to sting her cheeks. The bitter cold paralyzed her hands; she does not have the strength to tie the rope around her feet. Filled with frustration and anger she curses the creator, she curses her hands that have failed her, she trembles with the pain that consumes her and she wishes for a painless escape. so not to be seen, she sits quietly upon a rock that had been so conveniently placed. She closes her eyes for a brief moment to regain her composure and it is then that her life becomes a still picture. Frame by frame she is shown her life, her dreams and her purpose of being. | She remembers the spring when the flowers and grass were still worn from the winter months; she remembers the strength of friendship that turned the gray scale picture into a brilliant canvas of color. she remembers the unrelenting rain and the thunder storms of the summer but the laughter of the children at the fire echoed in her mind. As she embarrassed the warmth of the sun she felt her hands slowly thawing. she remembers the fall when the grandfathers shed their coasts for the north wind to play with. She remembers the fresh crisp air, the sound of passing school buses, and the spooky Halloween creatures that darkened her door. She leaned forward and began to put her shoes on her wet soaked feet. she remembers the winter the struggle to keep warm, the hurt of being alone, and the fine white powder that gave the illusion of freshness. The smell of fresh backed cookies, the annoying sound of jingly bells, and the perfectly wrapped gifts given with love reminded her of family and friends. She quietly thanks the creator for all the blessings in her life. As she sits motionless at the river's edge she realizes that there is no rope big enough to harness unconditional love of friends and family. When the bitter cold paralyzes your hands , you can rest assured that your friends will offer you the warmth of their mittens, and when your body lets you down your friends will conveniently place a rock for you to rest upon. | Unconditional Love
5: When you think you're too small to catch the rain, think of the elephant and his many chains. Chains that bind our spirit and dampen our souls and lead us through life strapped to invisible poles. Elephant born of power and strength, to be tamed by a man what a terrible mistake. We bind their feet with chain and steel only to hear the little children squeal. A majestic creature the Creator did make, not for our amusement but for honor and grace. At the end of a rope the elephant will follow being led by a man whose spirit is hollow. Into a circus arena he will be led a crack of the whip is all that needs to be said. The trainer is small the elephant grand, and yet he is tethered by just one strand. We like the elephant are a rare breed, looking for someone to set our souls free. Funny how we under estimate our ability to cope and would rather be led by that invisible rope. I for one would disagree for my strength and resolve will always run free. Find the grace and strength of Elephant and break the chains that bind and live the life you choose to find. | ELEPHANT STRENGTH
6: A brilliant canvas of color with the softest hint of blue peaks through the trees as you journey through the hidden trails of love and relationships. Walk with me, and find the hidden moments that bring light to the sometimes difficult task of saying goodbye. As you walk along the path of discovery you are greeted by moments of reflection, a time to sit in the stillness of how you feel and where the path will lead. The butterfly greets you with a brilliant wings of color, it beckons you to dance within the warm breeze and its gentle transformation of character reminds you that it too once began within a shell. The truth of butterfly is revealed by its ability to transform from a once colorless creature to a brilliant canvas. Like Butterfly, love and relationships are grown from a shell, they are colorless and yet with the right nurturing they can turn a gray scale canvas into a brilliant landscape of color. Some would consider the beauty of the butterfly to be its wings, other see the beauty in the transformation, and some believe that the beauty should be trapped within a jar only for the keeper. | The tender beauty of the deer approaches with delicate movements her graceful features brings a tear to a tired and overwhelmed face. You intently watch Deer as she is grazing among the tall weeds and you wonder why this beautiful creature stands alone in this vast forest. Like the beauty of the Deer, love and relationships are tender, graceful and delicate; however, they are timid. One must approach love with patience, kindness and be cautious of all its primal predators, man itself. Deer reminds us that it takes courage to leave the forest and stand alone, it takes courage to leave the protection and safely of the forest and it takes courage to be graceful in our departure from the place we have found ourselves. Your body is exhausted and your mind is tired as you head back to the place where your journey once began. As you footsteps echo through the emptiness of your surroundings your spirit is alive with color and understanding. You are confident in your choices you are satisfied with your decisions and then without warning a brilliant flash of red. You steady your feet and wait, it seems like an eternity but in the clearing you see it, Fox is on the hunt. Fox leads yet another prey to its demise by its trickery and untruths. How sad that the rabbit did not understand the basic concept that it was no match for the with and convincing nature of the fox. Like Fox, love and relationships are captured by flashes of red, the very color of passion and intensity, but like the fox this color is always the perception of things and never quite the truth. Will you be the willing playmate of the fox or will you be wise enough to run when the truth is revealed As you reach the end of the trail you are weary but thankful for all that the Creator has given you this day. For the first time in your life you can truly see the forest for the trees. | Your legs continue to push through the deep brush only to be startled by the knocking sound of the woodpecker. You turn your head upward and search among the greenest of trees, trees with apples and trees with flowers, and yet the Woodpecker you do not find. You are beckoned once again by the unrelenting knocks until your eyes are drawn to a fallen Oak tree where the Woodpecker is so proudly perched. Your eyes become clear and your spirit soars with the realization that each tree is a door to be open regardless of its stature, fruit or appearance. Should we only be as wise as the Woodpecker to see the opportunity of creative thinking. Like Woodpecker, love and relationships will always give you the opportunity to open new doors, should you only knock. | COLOURS
7: There are times when you choose to believe in something that normally would be considered absolutely irrational, maybe this is where faith fits in or maybe it is the unforeseen doorway to eternal life. Maybe this is the door that reaches our loved ones who have passed through our lives and marked memories with an abundance of joy. In the depth of our grief lies the silent knowledge that we are the keepers of life and memories, we are the gate keepers to the very things that allow our spirits to seek, to hear, to sense and to love. Blessed is the heart that can balance their tears with a sprinkle of joy and stand in the silence of loneliness yet hear the echoes of laughter. Strong is the resolve to hold on to the physical body, and deep is the pain in which we let go. The dead will rest and rest deep, but for the living we continue to weep. Your friends and your family have found their place right beside you in this darkened space. Embrace the shadows and feel the rain, and share your tears and ease your pain. The sky will open and the light will shine when you leave the grave and tombstone behind. Look to the sky and feel the breeze as love has gathered its wings and been set free. Dance in the heavens, let your tears fill the sky.....Remember their love as you wish them goodbye. The door and the spirit will find their way, waiting for us to visit, but not to stay. | THE UNFORSEEN DOORWAY
8: Proud are we that can see the forest for the trees, but wise are the ones that can journey through the forest and find friendship within the trees. Large is the mighty Oak that stands tall and does not waver, and soft is the dance of the Willow that bends and sways to the mighty wind. Beautiful are the flowers of the Crab Apple and prickly is the leaves of the Pine. Like the very nature and structure of a tree, friendships can be found rooted in the same forest. As you journey through your own personal forest take inventory of trees that encase your spirit and offers shelter from the rain and bitter cold. The large mighty Oak that stands tall and does not waver will remind you of friendship that are starch and will not bend in compromise, the very nature of Oak is to be strong and unrelenting at all costs, but this friend is always a source of great comfort when difficult times arise for you can always rest against the Oak and feel its sure resolve. Weepy is the Willow but it bends and sways and can adapt to any change of season. Willow friends bring joy, tears and loyalty, as they sway to the every changing structure of life. The sure nature of the Willow tree is to embrace our emotional and spiritual needs while being steadfast and supportive. Stand beneath the branches of the Willow and find refuge and rest awhile. With the changing of seasons a tree will be transformed, some will loose their leaves and others their flowers, but they will remain rooted in the same forest waiting for yet another season to blossom. Leaves on a tree will blown away by the wind, branches will bend and break but a tree that is strongly rooted with love, understanding and wisdom will always stand the grand forest of life . | THE FRIENDSHIP TREE
9: Give me the strength to understand why love comes in colorful strands. flames of red filled fires Strands of red filled desires! Give me the wisdom to know devotion Why love comes in waves of emotion. Brilliant blue with cascading blooms Darken blue with impending doom. Give me the courage to understand Why love is perceived different by man Man sees love as a delicate rose Man sees love as a powerful pose Give me the humility to stand tall Why love endures and sometimes falls Like the tree it sways and bends to the ground it eventually descends Give me the words to set the record straight Why love has take this awful debate Debating love with words that have been written Can lead to love bruised, shattered and smitten When love embraces you in its abundant glow The colorful strands and emotions to show Love is Love regardless of how its perceived Just trust in your heart and plant the seed Often we find reason to disbelieve that love is meant for just you and me Words of Love are written with ease but love is the ripened fruit and not the seed. | STRANDS
10: DARK IS THE CLOUD OF IMPENDING DOOM YOU WANT AND RUN INTO A DARKEN ROOM WANTING AND WISHING FOR LIFE TO END YOUR DRUG OF CHOICE YOUR ONLY FRIEND THE ROOM IS DARK AND THE MONSTER DOES WAIT SCRATCHES HIS HEAD AND SEALS YOUR FATE HE OFFERS YOU A REASON TO BEG AND STEAL THE LOVE THAT HE OFFERS MESMERIZING AND REAL THE UNBEARABLE GRIEF OF ONE MOTHERS TEARS THE MONSTER HAS STOLEN HER GOLDEN YEARS HER HEART BREAKING FOR UNREALIZED DREAMS TIRED OF THE LIES AND DRUG INDUCED SCHEMES DEPRESSION IT GRABS YOU AND IT CUTS THE SOUL WANTING DESPERATELY TO REGAIN CONTROL BUT PERKS MAKE YOU HAPPY, WEED MAKES YOU HIGH THE MONSTER HAS YOU BELIEVING HIS ULTIMATE LIE THE HOUSER IS QUIET ALL YOUR FRIENDS HAVE GONE THE MONSTER IS LURKING YOU HEAR HIS SONG YOU GATHER YOUR STRENGTH AND PREPARE TO FIGHT DEMONS TO VANQUISH THIS FALL BRISK NIGHT THE ROAD IS LONG AND THE PRICE IS HIGH BUT BEAUTY IS WRAPPED IN A BRAND NEW SKY YOU RAISE YOUR HANDS AND SHED YOUR FIRST TEAR THE MONSTER SHALL NOT STEAL ANOTHER MINUTE OR YEAR AS DAYS GO BY AND MONTHS BEGIN TO STACK THE MONSTER HE LURKS WAITING TO TAKE YOU BACK BUT WISE ARE YOU THAT KNOW THE TRUTH FOR LOVE AND HONESTY IS THE EASIET ROUTE. | ADDICTIONS
11: Silence | Please ................. can you save me, I've lost my way sad and dark and feeling betrayed. Maybe a knife will ease my pain or maybe a bullet to the brain. Please can you save, I just need to talk a moment of your time, maybe just a walk. Someone to listen to my troubled thoughts before I fasten this final knot. Please can you save me , I really don't want to die Why is everyone avoiding my inward cries. I just want to be happy , I just want to be free The water is rising, its so difficult to breath. Please can you save me , I know that you try I am so very tired its now time to say goodbye Don't be sad you did your very best I've laid my battles down and now I will rest. Please take some time and know the signs of a troubled spirit and a suicidal mind Don't let the opportunity to talk slip bye the troubled and lonely don't need to die.
12: Wise is the man that knew it would rain When you tie your love to a ball and chain. Smart is the man that understands the value of friends Where new beginning are started and love may end. Smart is the man that plants a garden of trust sprinkled with love and a hint of angel dust. Courageous is the man that steps out of the past embracing a loyal heart of a woman at last. | WISE IS THE MAN | Courageous is the man that faces how he feels for jealousy of the heart will always be revealed Confident is the man that stands at my side stepping beyond his insecurities and hurtful pride Confident is the man that can dance when it rains finding love and honor in the toughest terrain. Smart is the woman that can find these things wrapped up in a man and the joy he brings. Smart is the woman who sees the hidden traits a tear flowing as she patiently waits.
13: A time comes in your life when you finally get it; when in the midst of your insecurities and fears a small humbled voice inside your spirit cries "ENOUGH". As you blink back the tears of hurt and humiliation and look through the mantle of wet lashes we are forever changed by the gentle convincing nature of jealousy. The kind and gentle spirit of women wraps itself in visions of love and loyalty and surrenders to the very things that will render her spirit controlled and helpless if she is not careful. To be needed, wanted and love is not conditional on how our partners views us but rather on how we view ourselves when the wretched face of jealousy shows its face. Jealousy A garden of roses and a white picket fence the struggle to be obedient makes perfect sense. A beautiful black dress trimmed in crimson red the look of disapproval and not a word to be said. He Loves me.....He Loves me not The perfect hair to match a beautiful face a willingness to change in order to find our place. Our skirts to short and our perfume to strong sadness and disappointment cause you got it all wrong. He loves me .....He loves me not
14: EXPECTATIONS | Give me the beauty of the first fallen snow The light of the candle and its brilliant glow I'll give you the warmth of a humble heart Forever entrenched right from the start Give me the serenity of the sandy shores Where the hawk will fly and the Eagle will soar I'll show my trust with and outstretched hand The love of a woman for just one man Give the tenderness and vulnerability of the deer The ability to see love without falling tears I'll give you my laughter and a brilliant smile With color and excitement every once in awhile But........... Give me an attitude of anger and mistrust Like the wailing of the wind and its large gusts I'll give you the words of a woman scorned Ugly and nasty you've been forewarned Give me your jealousy and roaming eyes The beauty of a storm masked in disguise Ill give you the lightning and the thunder For no rock will found for the snake to hide under Give me a reason to be hurt and to cry Like a woman who fears the next blackened eye I'll gather my strength and courage to be free Even if it means throwing the body into the sea.
15: IN LOVING MEMORY OF DARYL ROBERT BOSTON | This book is dedicated to my brother who passed from this world leaving only his words "suck it up, buttercup"....many would consider these words odd, and some may find humor in them, but for me I found inspiration to share my thoughts and feelings through my short stories and poems. May you always find peace, love and courage as you continue your journey through life.