I am still. My eyes are closed. I see nothing. Motionless. I hear nothing but my heartbeat. A rhythmic pulse, my beating heart, reminding me that I’m alive, that I’m awake. Attention is drawn to my breath. Air filling my lungs, my chest expanding, reminding me that I’m alive, that I’m awake. I try to move ahead. But I cannot. I am still. My eyes are opened. I am standing. Motionless. I see a path ahead. Images ahead which I cannot recognize. A collection of color, of light, of dark. I feel a calling. From the path itself or what’s down the path, I cannot tell which, but know I must go. Forward, into the unknown. I try to move ahead. But I cannot. I am still. I raise my hands. Palms faced forward. Motionless. I feel a barrier which I cannot see. Like a glass wall. Clear yet solid. I feel the coldness of the barrier. Like an ice wall. Frozen and numb. I try to move ahead. But I cannot. I am still. My will is there. I lack momentum. M
This blog by Linda Brailean was created to express her feelings, facts and fiction with written and visual expressions. She hopes to ignite inspiration. Through words and art, she expresses thoughts, feelings and experiences through the many chapters of her life. From the eyes of a child, parent, grandparent, widow; through transitions; to exploring and expressing as she embraces new chapters. Experience made her who she is today. She continues to learn who that is.