Ordinary Miracle

Couldn’t resist posting this… Awesome Song…

It’s not that unusual
When everything is beautiful
It’s just another
Ordinary miracle today

The sky knows when it’s time to snow
Don’t need to teach a seed to grow
It’s just another
Ordinary miracle today

Life is like a gift, they say
Wrapped up for you everyday
Open up, and find a way
To give some of your own

Isn’t remarkable?
Like everytime a raindrop falls
It’s just another
Ordinary miracle today

The birds in winter have their fling
And always make it back by spring
It’s just another
Ordinary miracle today

When you wake up everyday
Please don’t throw your dreams away
Hold them close to your heart
‘Cause we are all a part

Of the ordinary miracle

It seems so exceptional
That things just turn out after all
It’s just another
Ordinary miracle today

The sun comes out and shines some bright
And disappears again at night
It’s just another
Ordinary miracle today

It’s just another
Ordinary miracle today

- Sarah McLachlan

The Wild child

The wild child has finally been captured and tethered to a green pasture. Now only the shards of a broken spirit remain…

Ragdoll

She wakes up from the dream like stance and looks around her. The world has changed much, ever since she went to bed. She looks at the pendulum. Silently swinging from a never ending monotony to an almost unpleasant augury. The hands of the clock are the same. Just pointing towards different digits.

She feels older. Heavier. Anchored.

And yet there is a tiny bit of glee nudging from somewhere deep inside her. She hears the voices in her head that she had tamed – silenced, over the years. They are slowly finding their way back into her being. It’s crowded in her head. Different people, wanting different things.

She scoffs at her reflection in the mirror, all the while trying to pull herself together. Tempted to sing the song that she has grown up singing. Tempted to run away from this mess of things like she always has. Wondering when will the courage show itself, silently knowing that courage has always shown up when most needed. She comforts herself watching the feathered quill that her grandfather keeps in his windowsill. She comforts herself knowing that all things that begin… must one day end. And the comfort gradually spills over into discomfort.

And then the realization. She has always been easily ripped apart. She hasn’t ever been more than a ragdoll…

Mystery Unravelled

“How selfish can someone get?”, one might ask…

Well it turns out… Very.

Hahahahahahahahaha… etc. I can’t believe this! Somebody was directed to my blog after he/she googled the phrase “My boss is a bastard”!!!!!!

I’m going to die laughing here people! And oh yes, I am imagining my boss’ face while I laugh!