Drift Quietly Through Chaos
There’s a soft, peaceful sea inside you,
even though the waves may seem tremendous at times,
the strength in your soul will ask of you
to be reasonable and calm.
Author | Artist | Personal Life Coach
—Linda J Wolff
Storyline: Dreadlocks with Long Tales
Story: The man next door has dreadlocks, and wears nothing from his waist up in the wee early hours of the morning.
I’ve come to know him as Jim.
His dreadlocks dance with exciting tales.
His late wife left an interesting and sad one in them.
Yet, when he says hello with his kind heart, you can see the mystery glistening in his eyes.
After knowing him only three weeks now,
I look forward to knowing more about him.
I know if I’m patient,
I will learn more depth of how his dreads are so long.
Some people judge a man of his character, but that’s some people, not me.
Simile: Personal Clothing Choices
Simile in disguise.
We wear distractions like clothing items.
Everyday, a smartphone is an accessory,
Draping the visual like earrings— hanging extensions of our being,
a casual sweater… doubt shadows dreams.
The handbag or travel bag packs in our past
and history.
I hope you can understand where I’m traveling
with these words?
—Linda J Wolff
For even in the waste lands
I could find something
In the broken pieces,
I start, I can step a new direction
I will stumble and fall a few more times
I will find that deep well, I call strength.
I will come back another puzzle piece fitting.
— Linda J Wolff | reminders
A Peaceful Poem: Practice
A poem with peace.
No ocean stays calm,
no sky stay calm,
Calm isn’t about emotions
being peaceful, calm.
It’s the soul, not the
atmosphere.
My emotions are the
ripples of the ocean,
amidst the storm of
the bluing sky.
How is it possible
to remain calm within
all this commotion?
Yet, I do.
— Linda J Wolff
Real Friends Help You Grow
Relatable Quote
All those people who let you sit in the comfort of your bad habits don’t love you as much as those who call you out and challenge you to do better.
Motivational Musing’s: Admission
Do you find it hard to admit that you are not okay?
I have to admit to myself, and sometimes to others that I’m not okay. It’s an honest move, it’s strength.
Recognition is the sensing a pattern movement in that part of your mind that says, this isn’t good for me or I must do something differently so as that the outcome is different.
The most significant impact one can embrace is making that change. That’s a major power move, and can impact the next moments, the next hour or day.
Don’t stay with something that doesn’t feel right with you, listen to your emotions, mind, and soul. The self knows…
Motivational Muse: Reflections
Micropoem: Reflective. A mirror that reveals more than presence outside the physicality of its surface.
How many times have I looked at you, I am reminded of the years gone by, I am reminded of all the role’s of changes. Wow, I see the transformation through glass.
Mirrored in the onset of tears. In the glow of joy. Oh, yes, so many times to look back at my past, look deeper inside my soul and now, looking deep into my eyes, peace resides. It shows in the soften presence of my reflection.
I, hear their voices. Voices of the past, I wished I could have held this calm, soothing peace in those trying moments.
But, I had not grown then, grown into this mature state of mind that I have now.
When now, I react quietly, peacefully.
Someone can humiliate me, and all I say is; I’m sorry you feel that way about me!
I understand the narrative of mine own story, yet, there’s nothing I can say or do to help them know me. I’ve come to understand where they are in this moment.
So, this is me passing no judgement or blame. No emotions to rise to any occasion. Peaceful in the mirror presence of my own essence.
—Linda J Wolff | Author | Personal Purpose Coach
Motivational Muse: Fitting It All Together
Micropoem: I’ve come to understand all the pieces of me, how each singular piece has to fit, and how I align the edges of my reality.
Anyone can walk to a empty beach like in the video above, void of people, voices, barking dogs… yet, to the ones that do, their perception holds a different perspective, a special essence.
For me, I could be the woman wanting to capture a perfect sunset, me with not a care in the world, nor wondering if anyone misses me or what they think of me… me, the free spirit like the bird that soars off into the horizon.
Me, the waves crashing onto a shoreline that silently whispers… come rest awhile, answer top the crest of each wave…
Like, I have written so many times of healing, and how each lesson, heartbreak, loss are the pieces fitting together so I could stand right here knowing that I feel differently and more sure of what tomorrow brings than what I did a year ago.
—Linda J Wolff
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